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by Wayne Tate


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she inhales lit embers

the filter barely keeping her from burning herself

a boundary she crossed two minutes ago

when she lit the wrong end

12/04/2008

Posted on 12/05/2008
Copyright © 2024 Wayne Tate

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/05/08 at 04:33 PM

That first word is perfect and keeps this tiny moment set right there looking at her struggle. I like.

Posted by Sarah Wolf on 01/07/09 at 08:44 PM

I have done this.. lol

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 06/06/09 at 05:44 AM

OMG - too funny!!! And yet, a certain, ironic sadness to it, too. Wow.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/20/09 at 02:01 PM

LOL! Yup, been there done that, usually in the dark for special effect.

Posted by Maude Curtis on 06/21/09 at 01:19 AM

Been there too. That's when I decide either to stop drinking or stop smoking.

Posted by Kris Mara on 06/21/09 at 02:36 AM

moment perfectly captured...I can see it (possibly in the mirror....of my past....)

Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/03/09 at 05:30 PM

Ah, the crossing of boundaries, the moments where we humans get all crossed up. You capture such a moment in your poem. Clever and poignant at the same time.

Posted by A. Paige White on 06/17/10 at 03:29 AM

Somehow I have the feeling those last two lines aren't neccesarily describing putting a fire to a tobacco product. To me, though, the best poetry is so well done it leaves you sure of the very thing you can't be absolutely certain of and the mystery of it attracts the mystery of our very being, written into the design of the loops in our DNA. Love it! Being a smoker myself I relate all too well to *giggle* either intention you authored here.

Posted by Gail Wolper on 12/02/12 at 02:04 AM

You must be having a rough time quitting! HA! Great write.

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