Happiness. It's relative.
Chapped lips smoking lights Ashes-burned tiny rimmed holes Singed red flannel smell ________________ Photo by Sandis Helvigs on Unsplash
I quit smoking because we adopted a baby with asthma. Before that, I smoked all the time, sometimes having a lit cigarette going while I was in the shower, reaching out with wet fingers to take a drag. It was an all-the-time thing, my… Continue Reading “99 New: Smoked”
Across the room My husband lights a cigar He asks first, a reflex Won’t the smoke bother me My answer always the same No, go ahead, I say He waves away the smoke Apologetic, grateful for my indulgence The smoke takes me… Continue Reading “Stogie”
This is my face. For a long time I’ve wanted to disown my face. Years of smoking, laying around in the sun with no sunscreen, using cheap face creams, and basically not caring gave me drapes of wrinkles, some so deep they look intentional.… Continue Reading “I Own This Face”
Recent Comments