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I'm on a bumper in the parking lot
I'll knock in a few; we'll go to the gym
to get fit; so I laugh at the cigarette
in my still-trembling hand like some phantom limb
Drove to the place that I knew would sell
(it's where we got drinks for our New Year's hotel)
Aren't you a little young for these, he said
Looking straight in his eyes I passed the test
All you smokers look so hollow and old-
It's what he wanted to say as he handled change
What it does to you kids; a damn shame-
But he kept it to himself and I sit here, cold.
Smoke mingles with strawberry body spray
in a polka or a waltz, of pink and grey
