It's raining
in Richmond.
I consider
pulling all
plants from
the ground so
that they don't
drown.
A car rolls down
a one-way street,
my street, passes
the window.
A girl sleeps on
my side of the bed,
her head rests on
my pillow.
Newports are much
stronger than I
remember, I feel
the fiberglass in the
back of my throat
and crush my smoke,
save it for some other
time. Hear sirens
in the distance.
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