while smoking out front
I flicked off a loose bit of a
charred paper remnant
that floated about me as
I hit the spliff again
smoke swirled around
the loose petal-like paper bit
blackened by fire
caught up in the fog of
the morning and
my wispy exhale
it danced around me before
landing someplace
I lost sight of it but
I assume it’s at home with
the cigarette butts and
the hundreds of
index card krutches
sunk into the mulch
to the right of my porch
by the sad bush
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 5:26 AM UTC
while smoking out front
I flicked off a loose bit of a
charred paper remnant
that floated about me as
I hit the spliff again
smoke swirled around
the loose petal-like paper bit
blackened by fire
caught up in the fog of
the morning and
my wispy exhale
it danced around me before
landing someplace
I lost sight of it but
I assume it’s at home with
the cigarette butts and
the hundreds of
index card krutches
sunk into the mulch
to the right of my porch
by the sad bush
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