"i roll my own cigarettes"
i walk in (eyes closed)
and
smell you from across the room
through cigarette
smoke.
(close to cathartic.)
tonight, we sink deeper into corners
lit with miserable light and rooms
that smell like cheap beer.
i'm too tired to spoil your night,
so i'll chain smoke until the sun
rises.
you stumble out heels in hand,
i walk you home.
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