in all fairness
Why fall in love with things that are ephemeral
when it is not fair
but nothing is
my lips stained with dark lipstick its called mulberry and its your favorite
my mouth taste like sweet wine
bitter
and I have not had a taste in months
my doctors advised me so
and while she smells sweet flowers
I smell sweet second hand smoke
"do you know squares kill?"
of course I do what a stupid question
why else would I be here
on Michigan Avenue in front of this unknown building
inhaling and exhaling from a distance
I am limiting my self
what is fairness because 3 months ago you got a new lover and I got cancer