Old enough to know better but young enough not to care,
I hold onto you like water clings to rose petals
a heavy due
in the morning, we take coffee with cigarettes
we exhale, eyes watering
two smoke rings blending then disappearing into the
ether
a missed opportunity, passes
we are joined at the hip, hip bones grinding against each
other
and in these shattered bones we build
a fire, a house
a home