Robert Hamill

Sneaking a Cig – Original Version

Michelle had laughed at me
When I flicked away
The cig half done.
My cheeks burned
Beyond the wooz of nicotine.

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

Three minutes ‘til dinner,
I puff faster.
Elms over distant houses shimmer
In air or in my head.

Mother smokes, Dad does too,
But I can’t.

Do as I say.

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


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