Sarah
by Carlos Mojica
She was like a cold sore
always there and nagging
the kind of thing you can't help but touch
even when you know you shouldn't
the kind you wouldn't touch
(with a ten foot pole and me pushing you)
were it not for the fact it's just conveniently sitting there
like the 50 dollar bill dropped by the 52 year old
you just can't help but pick up and
then (conveniently) forget to return
The kind of girl you share a menthol with
because all she wants are your/my cigarettes
and the lighter to match
even though just a second ago
she said 100's weren't manly
or even proper for that matter
and that the only way she'd ever smoke a menthol
would be if she were a crack addict
and the suppliers ran out of baking soda
(and) here she is now
caught in a lie
letting the poison fill her lungs
(which by now I'm sure look like smoked salmon)
and here am I
regretting tomorrow already, praying
for instant combustion
because what if Murphy is right
and this only gets worse?
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