drooping faces on parade. wal mart on a monday afternoon...

I cant breathe here. everywhere i move its smoke or agony. its a dead end, its a lack of inspiration. there is no way but out...... out of here because if you stay too long it starts to grow. it starts on the surface. it digs deep, twisting hot roots down, intertwining them with your vessels...poking through the taught fascia that covers your muscles. if you got em..

where do i go now? i went to wal mart today, there were nothing but lost souls at that place on a monday afternoon. a woman with two little girls. i dont know how old they were, i can never tell with little kids. ill guess seven. seven and six. she was hunched over her shopping cart, dying for a cigarette. buying cereal. both girls carry pink and purple cases with plastic pink and purple doll shit inside, they argue about who's is prettier. I did that once. they look at me like im a god. im a big girl. shee-it.
the smoker coughs. they will cry when they get to the non-smoking part of school, i did.
the part where some middle aged divorcee DARE representative puts on a happy dance and comes to talk about the dangers of smoking, and tell all those innocent little ears that smoking is bad....and give out proud stickers for the non-smoking six and seven year olds
who will eventually take their sons and daughters into wal mart
monday afternoon
while he is at work
and she is dying for a cigarette