Fleeting, Like… [poem]

Before he'd smoke
He'd always ask
If it was okay
He'd always smoke
Away from entrances
And groups of people
He'd always smoke
In corners
Or on long walks home
When he was done
He'd always tamp out the embers
And throw away the butt
When he'd smoke
He'd be cognizant
And mindful
But he'd
Still
Always
Smoke

Author: Jo (Foderingham) Brown

Jo (Foderingham) Brown (she/her or he/him, use either, idc) is a poet, writer, student, activist, and all-around nerd living in D.C.

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