Thursday, June 10, 2021

The Cigarette


(3) cigarette rolled by hand, match struck on a windy day. Do you know my fate? (2) cigarette rolled by hand, match with a box of bees, there is a rolled up dollar too, like a paper hat, maybe I put it there for luck. (1) I know I should not smoke, cancer and all. The hand rolled tobacco is just a splurge I have when I am painting. So I can think for a moment and step away. I had two matches left. It was a windy day. On the second match, I thought, "I better take this seriously."



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