bruised lungs,

suck out my plaque into a pill
grainy and slick

hold on too tight
certainly knowing cancer,
sprawling roots inside

scraping and forming inverted cauliflower
trees,
here and there and we can

flip a coin for indecision
skip without a beat, drink us down
chugging my pores like arsenic
nicotine, sticky

4,800 reasons to say i told you so