Tea and Cigarettes
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1 min readJul 23, 2018
She leans lazily against her chair.
And looks around, almost as if
she is doing the furniture a favour,
By being in the room.
As she cautiously sips the impatient tea,
my consciousness lingers on the rim of her cup.
And I wonder what’d be warmer,
The tea or her lips?
She speaks of some guy and some other guy
And I sense a pinprick somewhere inside me.
Something I can’t mention,
because emotions are bad and scary and always too soon.
I’m now surfing dangerously
on a steadily building wave of fuzzy feelings.
Making my way to the eye of a storm brewing in her teacup.
Later as she lights up a smoke,
My consciousness lingers again,
This time on the butt of her cigarette
And I wonder what’d kill me sooner,
The cigarette or the girl smoking it?
