Women who Smoke
Her lips sucked in the smoke in one long drag.She held it in her throat, then down the lungs.
Slowly exhaling it, she grabbed her bag.
Checked phone and purse. Impossibly among
the mess, she let it be. Turned her eyes up.
Further, further, until they saw the sky:
cloudy, like smoke she'd been blowing. Above,
maybe someone was smoking too. Some wry
God or angel. A simple thought. She laughed.
Her cigarette was done. She tossed it out.
How long she'd been smoking. So to adapt.
But now a dear habit. So lost without.
Just then the rain started again. She sighed
and grabbed another cigarette to light.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2025-07-20 at 06:43
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