"my name is ivy"
i lit my cigarette and exhaled
slowly. with my lips and tongue tasting of
carcinogenchemicals i grinned and stepped from
my porch.
my old man shoes clicked and thudded on the
displaced sidewalks and lonesome
streets.
this street.
this street where i saw her stumbling home from
wherever her legs and feet took her.
this street.
where i took a drag of my cigarette and tossed the rest into
a puddle.
i exhaled the smoke, licked my lips, and tasted the
chemicals.
when she crossed my path i swore she smiled through her
disheveled brunette hair and glossy
eyes.
but you can never tell with encounters at 3 a.m.
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