talk

Sat smoking on a
kitchen counter

snow on the ground
outside, piling up on the
deck where a grill
waited for spring.

Talked about everything
or nothing or something
–I can’t remember which

Maybe I didn’t get
everything you said
at the time

maybe I did

It’s all inside me
nonetheless.

Sat on the plane,
didn’t sleep.

Couldn’t believe
how many cigarettes
we smoked

I imagine you’ve
done that kind of
thing many times

in your life,

but that was
one of the few
times

anyone’s ever
managed to
keep me up
like that.

My lungs
didn’t care

my brain
was grateful.

Still is.

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