goddess of cigarettes

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sandyb
sandyb
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You slapped me around
then sent me to the corner store
to buy cigarettes
and to show off what
was dripping down my chin
and spotting my torn blouse.
The girl at the counter
didn’t give me a glance, but
the young men buying beer
were drawn to my filth.
I blushed beet red, but
slowly opened the pack
as if entranced in rite.
Placing one to my lips
I begged them for a light.
Smoke wafted in their faces
and they were awed.
Their furtive prayers
carried to the ears of
an unclean and merciless god.

sandyb
sandyb
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