searching for the last one, rolling around, sad and half-bent in my bag
forgotten
well, almost
oh god I needed this
guess I quit quitting

sing me a carcinogen lullaby
soprano, take the smoke rings
alto, the smoldering ash
tenor, the printed logo
bass, the filter in my teeth

"oh, we'll never let you go"
they sing as they sink in stained claws
"not that you want us to"
and the ethereal blue gray chorus
curls upward and into the wind
tendrils of them tremble in the air
before departing
leaving only this painful craving in their wake