That multi-S sound when you burn won’t
ring into my ears anymore
as my eyes set nostalgia
upon my Cricket’s sunrise campfire
that sparked many a random tale
in java-platformed rituals

sealed in nicotine-stained fingernails
and secondhand clouds we inhale
your love was true and deadly.

Of course my Vape cannot replicate
the melodrama of your hold
and precious last-minute deaths
where each stick counts as a break in time

where many a friendship was formed
“Do you have a light?” beginnings
halve a skag kind of endings
you were a lung’s first love
sweet and addictive
sexy and vogue
wild lover

so it
goes.

(c) 2013
Vivien Marie Lopez

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