Saturday, July 10, 2010

the last of the catchup poems - smoking

so i ran into your best friend in the alley
behind the gay bar and i tried to light
her cigarette for her cuz it seemed like
the kind of thing you would have done
but it was too windy and we stood
in the dark with our hands cupped
in front of our faces and i said,

it's not like we could have taken
you to the hospital anyway
you wouldn't have let us

someone offered me a scarf
i said i didn't need it

but maybe
i probably could have.

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