Marlboro Antoinette

Filter, Flavor, F*ck Me Up.
There’s a new woman at work
Who smells just like you:
After every break,
With her, breezes in,
Cloaked in
The undeniable aroma
Of Big Tobacco
And bigger dreams.

The type of stimulant that might say:
‘Add another story to your resume’.
A stench like aspirations
Disguised as leftovers
On the back burner
On our grandparent’s stove
Of a big wooden house.
Found at the last minute
Thus, saved and revived,
Like I wish.

You’re still gone,
As she’s bathed in your cloud,
Unaware of the dimensions she just broke
Within me.
And I miss the smell-
So I don’t ask her if she’s
Trying to quit.
I just let the odor
Take me back to you,
She offered a memory,
So I offer her a smile,
And get back to my work.