smoking cigarettes
is the closest i've ever come
to being in a long-term,
committed
relationship.
sure,
the object of my affections
will probably kill me
in the end.
but isn't that the case
in most long-term,
committed
relationships?
at least for now,
i know the cigarettes
aren't going anywhere,
and they never
get angry with me
when i don't tell them
i love them.
Totally charming.
“the object of my affections /will probably kill me / in the end. / but isn't that the case /
in most long-term, / committed / relationships?”—too funny!
Love the premise of this poem.