Smoke comes out of my lungs
And back up
Out of my mouth
But I pretend that it’s just my breathe in the cold
As the parents look at me
With laser eyes
I try not to cough
And my eyes start to water
A tear
Falls out of my left eye
And slowly
So slowly
Runs down my cheek
It’s so cold out
That it freezes on the tip of my nose
And hangs there
The kid laughs
As I cross my bloodshot eyes trying to see my frozen tear
The mom and dad pull him away
Scoffing at me as they do so
He looks back and I stick out my tongue
Then, after they’re gone,
I take another hit from my joint
And walk to the bar
Where I sit for hours
Pretending to be a respectable
Poet
And sip on Mescal
And try to forget their eyes.
CH 1/19/24
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