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Pearson Bolt
Poems
Aug 2013
cigarettes
though i’ve never smoked a cigarette
i’ve always loved the smell of tobacco.
it reminds me of shows in seedy concert halls
and the gum my father chewed to get sober
minty-fresh nicorette replacing the scent
of the wine that imbued his every breath.
i recall my grandpa, the way he sat on the porch, surrounded
by nana’s garden, listening to the songs of birds
the stub of his last cigarette, poised between frail fingers.
as it withered, he withered with it.
their walls stained yellow from the nicotine
like some vintage sepia photograph.
through synesthetic memories, i can taste the
way cigarette smoke wafted through the summer air when
my friends and i sat on our back porch, reminiscing,
nostalgia suffocating, tightening its grip like a vise about our windpipes.
i’ve never even smoked a cigarette
but they always remind me of who i used to be
before i lost what was left of my innocence.
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