I am smoke
now I listen to your breath in my breath,
uncle, father, stranger
tobacco cured and rolled
inexpertly, but humbly enough
for ancestors to speak
smoke has wings and lips and tongue
to share rescued words
making assertions / sentences from nowhere to
my throat breath speak

Chingona Girl Smoke

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