Carmen 49

I don’t feel alive so I try to smoke cigarettes;
they work for my brothers but I want something more,
so I blow smoke towards the door.

Long Virginia Slims, they call them one-twenties,
what fate in this world could lead them to my hand?
What could help me understand?

I went back in time and I went to a restaurant,
the bread was fresh and the service was superb
but we left without a word.

You tore me back through our door and took my clothes off.
I wanted you, you were like a summer day.
I hoped you’d never go away.

I wrote a bad poem and you laughed at me
and kissed me anyway.
You didn’t like rhymes.