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“I withdraw from people and places from time to time. I need space from a world that is filled with millions of mouths that talk too much, and never have anything to say.”
you asked
me
carefully
and without offense
why I smoked
after which I opened my new pack
hands trembling
vainly getting the plastic
off the
Goddamn thing
I look you in the eye
as I hold my filter cigarette
in between
my right middlefinger
and pointy finger
pointing my cigarette
up
towards god perhaps
and try not to smile
too uncontrollably.
I repeat your question:
‘‘Why I smoke?’‘
‘‘Because,’‘
I take a hit,
sigh with relief,
continue my speech:
‘‘I am in love
with nicotine,
the same way
you’re in love with sex
or whatever.’’
I take another drag
‘‘And
in a way it is
a means
to visualize
the depression
going on within me.
I mean, if you tell someone
you feel like crap,
it’s like you just opened the
whose the worst off contest.
And when you try to tell them
how bad it really is
they don’t hear you.
But this…”
I take another drag
inhaling the tabacco
deeply
‘‘this, they believe;
it is
like a metaphor
that resembles
how fucked up you are,
you know?’’
‘‘I guess,
another reason
I smoke
is to forget
about stuff-
like all of it,
all the stuff.
It’s effective distraction
in a way other things can’t.’’
I take a final few puffs
and
turn my head slightly
as I try to figure out
why you are trying to figure out
my habits