i like standing around
together outside
breath
like we’re smoking cigarettes
i used to hate cigarettes
now they are fog
and
mist
maybe that ember on the end
spitting ash
glowing nicotine
brings warmth.
and
it is Now, februarygone,
that i begin to think of the ocean again.
sand
salt
skin burned all copper like pennies.
and watermelon and stained freckle cheeks.
we are fish.then.
we are colors
even the water is warm.
then. too warm.
like the sparks
fell
out of the cigarettes
and hit the blue.
