by Jacky Bullock
I smell like blood, sweat, and cigarettes
Suppose they remind me I’m still breathing
Capable of inhaling, overheating That the
heart in my chest is still beating And if
I were to put a knife into it It would burst
open,
Run yellow like the yolk of an egg Leak
out my cavity, down both my legs
Sizzle when it hits the asphalt
I bet now no one notices the cigarettes
