No Scars
The clear sound of a Marlboro igniting
the firm roundness
fully lipped
on that first drag
laconically hung off,
like you care? Lip tears don’t leave scars.
It’s been unsettling
That ashtray smell
On your fingertips
Burnt soil,
Rubbed off at best,
But coughing into a mason jar?
That comes later, after you’ve time to think
Gotten it all together;
gotta go anyway,
Like you care,
lip tears don’t leave scars.
Copyright © Dan Helppi | Year Posted 2015
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