Robert Hamill

Sneaking a Cig

Earlier Michelle jibed me
When I flicked away
The cig half done.
My cheeks burned
Beyond the wooz of nicotine.

Cigarette Burning

Towel at bathroom door bottom
Extract pack from maroon sweater sleeve
Shower fan humming
Me on tub, exhaling out the high window.

Three minutes ‘til pizza
I puff faster, gazing at
Ocean breakers beyond boardwalk
Shimmering
In air or in my head.

Mother smokes, Dad does too
But “Do as I say”

Dad’s words float
Atop waves of consciousness
But his actions power
The tide of my personality.

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Original Version of “Sneaking a Cig”

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