It's Still Life

It Takes One to Know One

There’s a woman
who’s watching flashes
of gold koi in a pond.
They swarm and
nibble cubes of bread
that she offers.

And the water hums and vibrates.

She has that smell of poetics
about her. Not flowery.
More like fried onions.
It settles and seeps in deep.
Takes a good hard scrub
to rid yourself of it.

And she succumbs to bouts of weather.

She blames everything on weather.
She’s at her best when she’s
miserably inclimate. And then,
she lights a cigarette, and
that’s when my heart aches.
One day she’ll want to quit, but
that addiction will convince her
that if she even tries, she’ll die.

for Miz Quickly Day 10: Word is Healing __one-complicated-word/

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