Cigarette smoke

I'm our Frankenstein
green and stitched together
condensation breaths out
Marlborough breaths in,
as I take your hand.
 
I'm a wort nosed old man
white haired and extended chin
I watch you breath out
Marlborough breaths in,
waiting for eyes to close.
 
I'm the question that's asked
when they think they know
Marlborough breaths in
as my mouth answers no,
curling at the corner.
 
I'm the sideways glance
that tells you where it's buried,
the fingernail that I bite
before I ask you for a light,
Marlborough breaths in.
 
I'm the bead of sweat  
that makes you want to run
the heaving chest that
Marlborough breaths in,
as a cracked black lung, sings.