The Trail of Thought (that the audience hates)

[newsclippings]

I was thinking about how your hair smelled when my
text rang said
"he's not responding, could you give him a call?"
I imagined the words in another setting, like a hospital
but this was a request for money due
and then I relapsed

it was interesting, pungent, not bad
day old follicles
[the scent was yours]
day old lingering cologne
[the scent was hers]
day old ash, wetter from dew (you said you stopped smoking)
[the scent was mine]

you were distinct
in that you always lit my cig(a.r.e.t.t.e)
with disdain

--

my phone's been shaking violent
like a horny woman in bed
who masturbates when she bleeds
next to a hardened lover
and a cold duvet.