Habit

draw on me
kind mouth, thin lips
hair like sparrows on your face
fleck of birds take flight
on me, my air, own puff

silver linings, grey
where does the fire begin
where does it end?
burn down, to the ground
ashes to ashes, dust to dust

draw on me, your mouth
soft the stranger once known,
further inside–
back to basics: pure gold
no more

put me out,
start again, please
don’t put me down, on the floor
stray ashtray in your chest

light up once more
commonplace, my smoke:
your lungs, at last, your heart

– (Poetry Rehab 101: II)

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