Weekly Feature Editor #1 Olivia Maaghul

He stood –

hunched over himself,

at the corner,

haphazardly

on two streets.

like a streetlight-

steaming,

Mingling with no one,

except…

for his cigarette.

Fascinated-

One might have said

that that four-inch-roll

of sweet tobacco

knew him better

than anyone in the world.

And when he held it,

onlookers,

grew jealous,

desperate

for just a moment

between his fingers,

closer,

than anyone had ever been-

solidarity

their agreement: coherent.

as the cigarette

suffocates,

osculates,

the man

puffs away

his secrets,

guiltless indulgence,

friendship,

and without a second thought-

 

toss.

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