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San Francisco Rooming House

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Watch the ember
inches from my face
disappear
into the plastic tip
biege plastic
metling to my fingertips
exhaled smoke
splits into a
V
around the stub
and disappears
againt the ceilng


in a strange room
pictures taped to a
mirror
postcards from
faraway places
bought with spare change
in the space in
between
my face