Damask cigar boxes
made out of tinned silver
and clasp locks
and kiss locks
on my cigarette holders
was how we used to approach
parties and I only
party alone now
and my only question is to
sit on the stoop and
see what the breeze is like
or snuggle in bed under
many freshly washed blankets
and I just kinda
haven’t gotten to folding
the excess of
decoration and ambience
and now the
prison of the mind grey
weighted blanket is my
beautiful nest of
abnegation and love.
