my grandpa never smoked
but he worked in a tobacco factory
for thirty years
and one day,
on a wall of a bathroom stall
in that tobacco factory
he saw something scribbled
so he copied it down
on a napkin, he said
then carried that napkin in his pocket
until it fell apart
twenty years later

yesterday,
my brother wore a cap and gown
and gramps gave him a card
in which he'd scribbled down
"success is getting what you want
happiness is wanting what you get"
then he drove back to the cabin
in the foothills, where he lives
and my brother lit a cigarette