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"woman of the air (quality)" ( bellie, 2025 )
❝ on the day i swam in foglike smog
a woman poised on an outdoor bench
lifeline, a little stick betwixt fingers
huffing smoke like breathing air
as if she would die without its cancer
dear smoking lady
i wonder why you don’t abandon it
there is plenty of smoke in the air
or perhaps she is the smog machine
killing our cats and squeezing my lungs
maybe she is the cause but looks
at me with sunken eyes and i know
this is the end times still ten
coughing hours go by and i
wonder how she is going to die
by which kind of smoke? ❞