I take a drag of my cigarette
It burn’s meteor red
The inky smoke washes my mouth
I exhale the cloud into the cloudless sky
“You need to stop smoking”
“I have”
“What are you doing now?”
“This is my last one”
She rolls her eyes and spits
“You need to stop spitting”
“I can have a bad habit”
“But it’s illegal, smoking isn’t”
“What? Spitting isn’t illegal”
“Unfortunately it is, I may just have to perform a citizen’s arrest”
As I laugh, she mumbles something
“What was that my love?”
“I said you’re a *******”
I blow out another cloud, and smile
My foot ends the last bit of angry red
“There, I quit”
She spits