I’ve burnt through so many cigarettes that
my mother would be ashamed of me.
And I could blame my father
for leaving his 100’s by his wallet and keys,
giving me the nicotine for free.
What will it cost him, though?
My lungs were becoming his lungs.
It’s frightening how a vice
turns into an addiction
that turns into an idol
that turns into malignancy.
I watched him hold a lighter.
I watched him hold the cancer between his fingers.
I’m watching him turn into the ash
that fills the ash tray sitting in our backyard.
It’s funny how weak one sees another
when one has overcome a dependency.
Put down the matches,
and give your lungs a break.