Secret Smoke

Thirteen dreaming queen

on the broken porch beneath the stars

The shadow tree in front of me, no leaves

cigarette cancer stick breathing life into me

as parents sleep

Listening to forbidden, drawing from the bottom

feeling alive, feeling self

weaving a reality all my own

no one can stop me now

and I am glad the world is sleeping at my feet

This was the only moment I could hear my own heart beat

So alone to the bone

cold in the summer night air

cold heart, warm hands.