Kat's Poetry Pile

cigarette in the rain

i figured it'd only be a
matter of time
before i would indulge
in a cigarette

so i waited until my last
day of classes
in the cold winter rains
of tidewater virginia

to light up a cigarette
out in my backyard
melodramatic perhaps
but i did it alone

showing no-one
because there was no-one
to see, not even a
surveillance camera

but it wasn't real
i smoked it like a cigar
tasting the ashy, mild
sting of tobacco smoke

not quite like nicotine delivered
in a pouch or as gum
but more visceral,
earthier and grounded

unlike my motives
unknown to even myself
a compulsion or temptation
and to think i'd do it for

clout outside my science building
pretending i was an old professor
with not a care in the world
or perhaps a vain display of youth

before the cigarettes claim it
like cutting of sorts
romanticized perhaps
but with aching consequences

but i half-assed it
since i knew better than to
drag myself into another
addiction

and i chose to
contemplate a cigarette
out in my backyard
in the cold, virginia rain