NO SMOKING

ash in my hair
from the smoke
of his mouth.

the stars are
unclear, hazes
in the ink sky.

it's hot, inside
beer and sweat
kind of laughs.

the light is all
splintered,
sharp-edged.

bruises and
kisses, all
blur into one.

and i miss you
so much, too much
like a pounding
headache.