Kristen Stewart’s Cigarette

Never touched her mouth.
Abandoned in the green room.

Leads me back to a twilight daze
when winding up the knowledge
would propel you into a frenzy
without ever touching lips.

I smoke her fingertip into
dark clouds and remember
the accumulating snow
which falls, now, as tiny ashes.

 

(originally published in Oatmeal Magazine – Issue #8, April 2015)

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