I liked you better when you smoked,
When I was convinced you were
Going to die of cancer.
I loved you more when I imagined
Your lungs turning black, and deflating-
Being eaten away.
When I thought of you choking,
Coughing up blood.
I felt safer, when I knew
You wouldn't be able to catch me.
So please Mom, take this.
It's all I have.
Twenty-seven dollars should buy
At least four packs of cigarettes-
Go get yourself four packs and
Smoke them all on the spot, PLEASE-
I need to feel safe again.