The Cigarette
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I don't smoke (never have). Once it was so common to be with smokers, wasn't it?
Listen to poem:
Empty pack - no cigarettes,
but another pack has one.
Should she smoke it now?
Cigarette stained fingers
stroked the tube.
She teased her mouth with it,
unlit, but lighter reachable,
calming her a bit...
How rare is it to tease
oneself like this?
Five minutes, and resolve
dispersed. The flame flickered
admirably. (She saw it.)
Cigarette went gently to her mouth
and she drew breath.
Her nicotine heart thanked her once again.
8/28/2016
Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2016
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