Nima holds
in her palm
the capsules
the doctor
prescribed her

from a glass
she slowly
sips water

meant to help
my drug
addiction
she tells me

and does it?
I ask her

does it what?

does it help?

wouldn't know
guess it does

she shows me
her pink palm
capsules gone

when can you
go back home?

when I’m cured
or when they
think I am
she mutters

we sit on
seats outside
the mental
hospital

want a smoke?
she asks me

I’ve my own
smoke your own
I tell her

she lights up
then lights mine

there's two things
that I want
she tells me
have a fix
and have ***

what order?

have a fix
then have ***

uncrossing
her slim legs
she moves up
her short skirt
showing thighs

do you like?

artistic
Renoir like
I reply

she inhales
a lungful
of grey smoke
then exhales
in the air

and gives me
a smile and
****** stare.