The only thing I like
about nights like this
is that it gets so dark
and the skies are so clear
that they look like
the little boy who trapped us all here
decided to have mercy
and pin-prick little tiny airholes
in the lid of our mason jar
but there aren’t enough
to make a difference
Her lit cigarette burns
so brightly from the porch
against the darkness
like a lighthouse
...or a bug zapper
I don’t see how anyone
can smoke at a time like this
when the air is so heavy
it’s like breathing cement
Jul 21, 2010
Jul 21, 2010 at 1:51 PM UTC
The only thing I like
about nights like this
is that it gets so dark
and the skies are so clear
that they look like
the little boy who trapped us all here
decided to have mercy
and pin-prick little tiny airholes
in the lid of our mason jar
but there aren’t enough
to make a difference
Her lit cigarette burns
so brightly from the porch
against the darkness
like a lighthouse
...or a bug zapper
I don’t see how anyone
can smoke at a time like this
when the air is so heavy
it’s like breathing cement
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