Her legs and arms stick out
like on an engorged tick
nose a blossoming rose
playing slots, 9:45 a.m.
glass of wine, cigarette
long and white as new chalk
I miss cigarettes
wish I could inhabit her body
abandon to vice
but I finally quit
at age 26
as well as 37, 45, 48 and 51
A smoker is a soldier
doing war with fate
and I’m a deserter
She hits a bonus
but no shriek of joy
just another sip, click of the lighter
a veteran gambler
disappointed to win
having expected to lose
for so long.
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