3.28.2010

Spontaneous


A friend of your neighbor's uncle
was incinerated in his armchair. Lit cigarette,
someone will say. People don't just
go up like that.

Or down, you think, or down, watching
the ventilator accordion.
There's always
that cigarette.







photograph by Connor Creagan
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