swearing
on the early-morning street
drunken arsehole
© Rachel Green July 2024
nicotine
a long-ago memory.
Last time I smoked,
a pack of twenty was a two quid
and now are fifteen, sixteen pounds or more.
I couldn't afford them now
but at least when I smoked I was thin;
a trade-off between nicotine and food
that lead to weight and heart disease
and my inability to do cartwheels
now I'm a pensioner.
© Rachel Green July 2024
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