JesusH-Christ

and he told me       you look good blowing smoke as she laughed across from me and i smiled wishing it would hit me harder because that’s what happened with the switchback on the roof, as she asked       are you sure because she knows me as the one who doesn't drink if it hit me harder maybe instead of becoming the sky the sky would become me and i would be made of blue and not in the way i was        (i know every shade of it now —        observed it daybreak to        dawn, sundown to        dusk) a three in the morning kind of walk down the street, i       wonder if the dragons i       worship would strike me down