Thursday, October 20, 2016

Faint Smell of Cigarettes

 The faint smell of cigarettes
 on the boi in the seat in front of me:

 A faint, fake memory of the time
 when we could smoke on trains
 (did we actually?)
 when our clothes stank
 and we were so gloriously
 unbothered by this world.

 Not that I'd smoke now
 (believing it'd return me
 to this open, empty future).

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