October 9, 2014
I see you early in the morning,
between shifts at work,
after a second cup of coffee,
and before you go to sleep.
Hold me between your fingers,
flick your thumb, light me up.
Take the first long drag,
then exhale through your lips
for that satisfying sigh high.
They’ll tell you I’m no good,
but I know exactly what you want.
I pose no threat, so let down your guard –
break down the dam reserving your
damned urges –
breathe me in to fill the void in your lungs.
I’m the answer to your sudden cravings,
the harbinger of sweet amnesia,
if only for a moment, for after I’ll be
thrown out, stomped out,
returned to the unwanted –
at least till your next
By Jane Shakyan