wrong day to misplace my sunglasses
(they even let crying become incognito)
heavy heart all the way home
can't wait yet dreading the mailbox
(it isn't empty)
sometimes mail gets lost between the pages of a circular
so i violently shuffled each page to the floor
(to no avail)
no bittersweet white envelope to appear
and in this ****** time i realized
i hadn't had a cigarette in almost a day
usually "the right time" points to when things are good
i think the right time to quit might be now
when so many things
feel at their
worst.
so far so good
(32 hours)
how bout quitting you next?