Smoke


Smoke
Remember how it curled and twisted when
it climbed out the walls of the smokestack we
named after that kid who did nothing but
vape and eat hot Cheetos in the back of
our math class? We used to say “that smoke’s us,
runnin’ away, flyin’” and we’d climb to
that factory’s roof and stand at the edge

because we could. We did a lot because
we could, I guess that’s why you finally
decided to jump. The first thing I found
when I went looking for you through the smoke
was your new shoes lined up nice on that roof.
Don’t know why you left your shoes when you took
your nice jacket with you over the

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