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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