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cigarette smoke
This is a poem about what it's like
to be cigarette smoke.
To be toxic,
dangerous,
man-made
and unmade.
To be inhaled--
felt inside a person's lungs.
To burn the throat of the one inhaling;
to make their voice raspy
with addiction and desire.
Then to be exhaled--
burnt out,
used up,
But nevertheless silently deadly.
To be torn apart on the wind
molecule by molecule.
To be invisible,
To be sensed but not seen,
To be the hint of curling sulfur in the nostrils of others.
To exist in a million particles
without a fixed shape
or purpose.
To be love and unloved
in varying degrees.
To have one part of you forgotten entirely
the moment another deep breath of you
is taken.
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