my first cigarette without you was the

longest

one I've ever had. drag after drag of pure

memory.

-

together, we had smoked aggressive

pairs of Marlboro menthols, gold cases

and white paper:

lip gloss staining the yellowing filter.

we agreed that symmetry defined a

perfect life.

-

lighting them up behind cement walls

in the dry air of another country,

another world.

we blew out the smoke with passion

even though no one was watching.

-

and if I could run away from home

right now,

to play with lighters, play with love,

I'd be on that plane faster than you could

ask for fire.

-

my first cigarette without you was the

longest

one I've ever had, drag after drag of pure

memory. sisterhood. love.

-

symmetry defines a perfect life.

but you need a pair. we're incompleted.