When did I start smoking? And why?
I can taste the ash on my hand
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A certain shade of lipstick
on the certain shade of skin
on the Latina passing underneath my window
brings back
Memories haze and fade in the gray, rainy light
until I no longer recall
what was good, what was bad
and what no longer matters at all
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Jonathan Penton edits Unlikely Stories, where most of his writing can be found. He has also been published in Wired Art for Wired Hearts, KungFu and a few other places.
He lives in Atlanta with five cats, a fish, and a talking mule named Jed.
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