ABOUT: This is one of my numbered poems. I have a few that I never gave titles to, so I just started number them. Very Dave Matthews of me. Anyway, a few numbers are missing from the list, because those poems were either lost to the abyss, or never finished. This one is a little twisted, but I like it. Click here to read more poems.

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#10
Your pack of cigarettes cautions:
Harmful to your health -
May cause cancer, even death.
But we knew that.
And each drag
With your chapped and wiry lips
Fills my chest with smoke.
Cough, sputter -
Can't breathe,
But love the taste.
Feels like your hands do
When wrapped around my throat.
My diaphragm tightens,
My lungs scream,
And my face burns.
But you let go, step back...
And I smile.