I've got a pack of Winston cigarettes
and a baby blue
Bic lighter
sitting out on
this patio,
under this terrace
sighing,
thinking about
the future

how the world
walks down a staircase
drunk with lust
and inhaling the ether
to be, my hand
is tremulous, grasping
cheap condoms,
Indonesian,
in make

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