Lungs pump cold white air out of my body
like a factory chimney puffing smoke.
The carbon dioxide exiting my oral and nasal cavities is visible
not due to any toxin.
Not the weed.
Not the tobacco.
Just the cold
turns my breath into indiscernibly odored smoke.
Maybe I'm just breathing normally.
My brainstem autonomously makes the decision to keep me living
without the order from conscious parts of my mind.
Maybe I'm just staying alive.
I just know that I'm blowing smoke.
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