Smoking Baby

Written by Samantha Verheyen

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I will smoke in front of the baby,

But I won’t listen to the coughs she gives in return.

An unfortunate moment of necessity;

Leaving my lungs with a gust of wind.

 

My shallow breaths do not haunt me,

 not as much as those my baby gives.

 

My windows up, the car is running.

Roads past fast on the high.

Cigarette in my hand as I inhale.

Clouds of smoke land on her face.

 

I will smoke in front of the baby,

What other way will I get it done?

My house is cold without electricity,

And I dare not open my windows to the chill.

A cigarette is cradled safely in my hand,

Ash in my lungs warming my body.

Her clothes smell of nicotine,

 

Her breath is shallow just like mine.

Because I will smoke in front of the baby.

What other way will I get it done.