Do falling stars
feel lonely?
What about comets,
who endlessy revolve
'round some other sphere
Yet never touch it.
Do asteroids wonder
where they are going?
What about planets,
who spin and fly
through dark energy,
to us seeming still.
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Seventeen, working renovations
One Hungarian driving,
The other in the passenger seat.
I sit on the floor
Of the white work van.
They laugh and smoke,
I sit there and
Eventually they notice me
"Want to try?"
Ivan says in his sing-song accent,
eyebrows raised high.
I take the cigarette, curious
and decide, why not.
I perch it on my lips
and Stefan lights it.
They explain how to inhale,
laughing and speaking Hungarian
while smoke billows and goes everywhere but
into my lungs.
My struggles pay off
as I develop the technique,
my lungs burn but my head
feels light as a balloon.
My body sways and swoons
and I feel both
heavy and light.
Energized yet relaxed,
and we've arrived
at the work site.
I get out of the van
and almost fall over;
they laugh and hold my arms
and walk me to the door.
But before we go inside I ask,
"Can I have one more?”
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