i walk up cigarettes in hand you already have a conversation going and i'm out of the loop something about john's motorcycle i don't know anything about motorcycles i can't chime in on this one i stand and take a long drag i feel the haze fill up my lungs let it out slow watch it swirl and tumble away i'm nervous so anxious i've been off my meds for days the cigarettes are keeping me calm -ish you look at me eye's bright with intelligence piercing and i feel like you see through me but, i know you don't "right, seville?" you are being sarcastic you are always sarcastic sarcastic and a bit woeful and i like it "oh, yeah totally." i offer up matching your mockingly inquisitive tone i'm in on it now you invited me in the same way you always do the conversation rambles on i throw in a comment take some drags and then another one we're on car engins now that's some thing i know all the while i couldn't care less because i'm watching your eyes flash while you form thoughts your lips contort while you make words your hands fly while you explain i finish my cigarette i walk away