Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Twenty-Seven
The light falling through the windows is strong and bright.
The whole cup of coffee spilling in the foyer is the sign I needed to quit.
That grandma is taking her two-year-old grandson with her into the cigarette depot.
Letting go of the sense of lost time.
It’s the way his shy smile creeps into the corners of his mouth.
Fast fingers.
Law Roach was so the right choice.
Tomorrow is the day.
Can’t unsee it.
Just one more bowl.
