smoke

my traitorous mind can unravel
even the tightest of knots
like a prodigy, like no one else can.
she plants time bombs, ticking,
and then leans back to light a
filterless cigarette,
tobacco clinging to her lower lip.
her tongue flicks out and then
i’m not even sure i saw anything
ever
maybe what i witnessed was not real
maybe what i experienced will not last
and what i think i know
i will find i do not.
hell, i don’t even smoke.

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