there’s a pack of cigarettes in my trunk if you need
one.
marlboro ultra light menthols no joke they never see
fun.
well-versed in your stress too much to handle it all at
your
very very greatest.

you’re only eight.

and you needn’t be crying in bed next to me this
late.
daddy gets anxious too
and i get by (daily)
by
knowing

that there’s a pack of **** in the
trunk.

but knowing my necessities. i won’t have
one.

because they’re
stale.

just like my stress
and
anxiety

they are
almost always
in poor
taste.