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By Nicole Cleary

The smoke in my lungs

makes me feel whole again.

The burn at the back of my throat

Reminds me I am fragile

Like the frost spread across my window

Reminds me I can break

And scatter along the freeway.

I like to watch the cigarette burn

Hear it sizzle as it consumes itself,

As it consumes us both.


Nicole Cleary is a queer poet from New Jersey currently residing in the hills of Tennessee. She once enjoyed long walks on the beach and now enjoys listening to the cows in the early morning.


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