Saturday, May 24, 1:34 AM, In The Shambles Of Slayton, Minnesota.
by @dippyeggs
"I don't know
what to do
anymore," I said,
between hits of
concentrated cancer and
a constant supply of
countenance.
You were there,
and you were
sharing the smoke
with me. Like
a long lost
brother, you sat
close.
"No shit." You
said, with the
smoke passing through
the screen window.
"We're both equally
killing ourselves." She
added, and it
was the truth
laced with nicotine.
"I'm so lost,"
I said, with
my head resting
on the window,
as she passes
the cigarette to
me.
"You of all
people should know
that."
I'm holding the
cigarette like a
drunk mother holds
both her child
and the toilet
bowl. I'm holding
the cigarette like
it might save
my life.
Her mother screams,
"You better not
be smoking up
there!"