“Blowing Smoke”

Sometimes I drink—just like an infant.

I clutch at the bottle of life.

Sometimes I smoke and blow out O’s—just like a gangster.

I offer this as a kiss:

I promise you I will not let you die.

Even if death or ruination comes, I will fight against it and love even your ghost that I will never allow to die.

During the night, I will stay alone to keep you company, to make sure you do not despair in eternity.

At three o’clock in the morning, we will talk in order to exist.

I will live for you, even while you are not there, yet you will be there—ALIVE.

I promise you.