smoke.

suddenly without registering myself I fell
I'd sworn against liberty of heart,
built my own cage with solid hands
with straight and pointy nails
kept extras near my palm for protection
and then here you brought a torch
and smoked me out.


we
do not care
for the consequences of
classes skipped or filters between
our lips.
we are rebellion,
wishing we could be revolution
but sometimes nicotene and relaxation
is more appealing than learning manifestation tactics.

I smoked you
with my fist first,
then my knee into ribs, my fingers into hair
I smoked your mouth
between teeth
with curling curling mouth
I smoked

passenger seat
of his creaking car.
slamming doors, and tires turning
the asphalt black as my burnt toes,
i will walk towards my fate.
let the trail of your exhaust exhaust me.
and the rope of your smoke and your lack of regrets
tie me to railroad spikes.
trails don't come here anymore.

it was thought most foxy
most femme fatale to frightfully smoke up my eyes
charcoal like excuses
I blink and then like the glare of a thousand miners,
romance curdles itself
and I am just smudgy.

-- with zoe jacqueline duhaime.