cigar strokes stinging mid-car ride down the hill of the highway
reminds me all too much
of the slow hum of a dimmed light hanging about a smoke covered sink

"im still humiliated"

she sinks into the kitchen floor
one hand over her ribcage
and the other over god-knows-what means the world to her today
i am waiting for an explication
to the wary few days

sitting over a body can only get you so far
when her mind is millions of miles away
some place happier, i hope
because the noose she tied
is too small for her neck