I am trying to quit smoking,
but god I love the taste. the tar slides
from my lungs to yours when I kiss you.
the doctor, with his glacier eyes
and transparent skin, gave me pills
made of the Atlantic Ocean to help me stop-
but my clumsy heart only wants more.
nicotine, it tells me when I am wandering in the woods.
nicotine, it whispers when we
are making love.