by Alyssa Rafferty
I’m back outside with my cigarette
My lighter which I’ve just noticed sports a pause button
Two damning lines
How prudent
A stop on my life
My generation moving slowly
Stepping forward unsure
A cigarette with a drink
A stolen kiss in the dark
Where neither of you can see each other
Small affordable joys in a life of expense and debt
A legal high, can you imagine?
Conditions of absolute reality have their weight on people.
Alyssa Rafferty is a writer.
