Cigarette poem

Cigarette Poem

Pressure passes
A hand down
My back
Touches a
finger to
My lips
Frozen
In time
To hear
My breath
Catch
I light
Upon the
Stove
a cigarette and
Wander off.

~Katrina Marie Craig

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