A flick of a thumb
Dried plants set ablaze
Smoke spirals up
Reaching with foggy fingers
For the sun
Inhale deep, smoke burns
Hold your breath, then
Spit it out in clouds
Laugh and touch your lips
Close your eyes
Faintly tastes of vanilla
Chai tea from
A vending machine
Death kisses your lips
Caresses your tongue
Smile again
Squinting in too-bright sun
Shield your eyes with smoke
Mask insecurities
With cancer
But one won’t kill you
Burn it up