February 25th, 2018

Rode Home

Dust fog covers the windows
Smeared by wipers that
                                    pushed soot
                        to corners
            of the windshield
I smoke the last
loosely rolled cigarette until
it inches burning embers toward
                                    my nose
                        singeing hairs
            on my mustache
Flicking the leftovers through the crack
blowing the final breath of smoke behind it
                                    blinking
                        wiping my eyes
            with the back of my hand
blinded by the yellow lines.