is.
he left his cigarettes on the table between us, the lighter placed on top. i took one from the pack and lit it, watching the of smoke rise up and then disappear all the while thinking that this is not good for me, none of this is good for me.
and still, we continued to share our days together drinking coffee in the afternoon, beer in the evening, and smoking cigarettes well into the night. we went shopping. he bought me a dress. it was pink with an empire waste and pockets that i could put my hands in as i walked along the streets of this city. i was so 