once the crumbling starts it’s hard to stop

my mom is trying to quit
smoking
again

it does seem different
this time
but
I’ve been despairing death
lately

not death
per se
more
the gradual destruction of God’s good creation
the slow accumulation 
of trash in the ocean
the disappearance of nature
the awful wrath of city planners
everything good being squeezed 
to suckle the vigorous addictions
of the coddled masses

“I’m on my 10th day” 
she says
and
“this time it’s different”

it’s hard to trust
even good
intentions
to change a habit
by definition
changing habits 
goes against our nature

but I tell her I love her
and that she is worth her effort
because
giving up
and
losing hope
also goes against our nature.

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