Sweet Smoke I Shine
Snipe after snipe after snipe
I smoke cigarettes down
to the bone—bombshell tight,
no pussycat from the ’60s but
I got my crown & it’s full of Camel
Lights. I throw the cigs like candy
in the Octoberfest parade
to kids with sticky fingers,
wearing D.A.R.E. t-shirts
& screaming my name—
It’s her! It’s her! The light
shines right off her! Is she foreign?
~
Rachel A. Hicks is a writer, teacher, and independent bookstore worker. She received her MFA in Poetry from West Virginia Wesleyan College and her MA in English from Marshall University. She lives in Charleston, West Virginia.
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