Michael Robbins
Jun 15, 2018
1 minute
PAST ONE O’CLOCK
I’ll quit smokingas soon as Iget lung cancer.The young don’t smokeanymore, they join gyms.I can’t help thinkingthey’ve misunderstoodsomething. The body’sa temple? The mindis a tempest. Somewherealong the linethe alternating stresses fall.And if I quit smokinghow would I signal you?The smoke alarmpings me awaketo tell me it’s dying.OK! I will get upto address againthe not-fire and maybeall creation. I mean,as long as I’m up.
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