Wheeze


Wheeze

by DANNY KEIGHTLEY

You draw smoke
from my exhales,
suck nicotine
from my filtered lips,
planting ash-dry
kisses on my yellow
skin. Our pale, matchstick
fingers lock, as you roll
your eyes shut from the stub
flickering out
into an empty coke can.

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