Friday, October 23, 2009

That Marvelous Warmth

by Robert Gryfft


I throw away my third cigarette of the day, half finished. The craving claws at me as I walk back inside.

I hesitate, dissatisfaction and self-control asserting themselves like loud, annoying animals.
I exhale. What do I want?

Then realization hits me. It's not the nicotine I'm desperate for.

I miss smoking with you.

2 comments:

Erin Cole said...

Addictions of love and pleasure! Excellent finish to this buzz.

Ari Collins said...

I think in some ways this is more Gryfft-doing-Collins than your parody.