I hadn't seen an ashtray since The Clinton Administration . Here now . a matching set of Superbowl LIII plates . inch thick with ash
My date arrives on fire . Mother lashed to his brow with cancer . I wonder if anyone who's ever loved me had functional parents who survived
It's way too early for love . and cigarettes . A straight couple . also born in clashing decades . plays pool poorly
Everything Capote is fire . New york stripper at sixteen . Eating fire . Twirling fire . Diet of cigarettes and breaking curfew . Married at nineteen to a forty-six year old . Vocabulary of scorch . Ex-husband kills his pets . burns his clothes . and Capote runs all the way to Florida . to this bar . to these lips . I must already look dying because he seals my mouth with his and exhales
All I taste is smoke
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