After removing my glasses,
the smoke muffled the words, shuffled
the meaning, twisted the view like a slur.
The acridity bites my ears
like angry dogs tearing away not just fabric
but my flesh from flesh.
Outside this open window of the top-most floor,
the air is sucked out to the edge of the concrete
where I stood.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
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