Sometimes I feel the urge
to smoke again –
feel the pepper cloud
sear my throat
Force burnt geraniums
through tainted nostrils,
taste the acrid crumbs
upon my tongue
Stain the tender space
where fingers meet
from pink to mustard brown
Waken daily to a wheezing
coughing choking barrage
of lungs deprived of air.
I miss
the glamour of it all.
by Barbara Reiher-Meyers
Barbara Reiher-Meyers is a Long Island, New York poet, board member of the Long Island Poetry Collective. She curates the Long Island poetry calendar for Poetz.com, runs monthly workshops in Ronkonkoma, sends weekly emails of local poetry events, and has edited several volumes of poetry. Sounds Familiar is the title of her first book of poems.
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