Junk Food

Alone in the early dark of winter nights,

Smoking roll-ups to asphyxiate the panic,

I remember what it was that you were for:

Your tall body was one long cigarette;

Your love was made of nicotine and smoke –

Which even though it clogged and choked,

Created an illusion that whatever I should

Sacrifice for you, and whatever harm

That would do, at least I was not alone.