Monday, May 31, 2004

inhale/exhale

"Give me that. I have to try it." She smiled with her eyes as my fingers grasped the filter, looking all too experienced for a first time. And as if it were the most natural thing in the world, I raised it to my lips and inhaled. The funny thing? I didn't cough. I was fully convinced that little asthmatic me would start hacking and coughing and looking like a fool. Nothing. I barely felt it. It tasted good, smooth and warm going down, the sweet flavor of cloves still lingering on my lips almost half an hour after those five drags. I have a whole pack and a box of strike anywhere matches but I'm determined not to because they were for you and i know it's stupid but in a way that's what I need.

1 Comments:

Blogger dykotomy said...

oh dear - those cloves... i know exactly what you mean! (i am a guilty pusher of the stuff, too) people used to know when i was there because of the sweet smell of cloves - there was something really seductive about that ('cept now, nobody can smoke inside in Ontario anymore.)

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