My stage is made of concrete.

My audience is the stars.

My play is called Life, and it just became funny.

I sit backstage right, the audience has a full view of my profile and I light a cigarette.

I don't smoke. I don't take a drag. I just light it and watch it burn.

The smoke reminds me of you.

Of my brothers, my cousins, my father, my grandfather, my friends and many people over the years.

The smell of sulfur reminds me of you.

You, the one not here with me, smoking this cigarette and reminiscing of the past.

Did I mention how Life got funny?

Yeah, it tends to when you're in the hospital and I'm here waiting for you.


This poem is about: 
My family
My community


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