by d.b. stewart
Dead man in the cool coffin?
What can I say? There were a lot of smokers in my family. A lot. Inside. With the windows closed. 18 hours a day. Every day. For the 19 years I lived there. Did I mention every day? Yes indeed, I'm bitter sometimes.
Anyway, I encourage you to post your very first poem. It's vaguely cathartic.