Smoking With a Secondhand Lovers
it was almost midnight and we
with our fingers laced around Marlboro beyond blue cigarettes
were staring out the window
which was open so that our guilt and smoke could escape on the wind
and we wouldn’t get caught.
Copyright © Danielle Viljoen | Year Posted 2021
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