ok i lied

i miss the way you jump up in the morning, wander down the incomplete stairs (stares?) and grab a cigarette, placing it between your lips, with index finger and thumb, staggering, wandering back upstairs, unlit, sitting on the edge of the bed, lighting it, the crisp teeny "stcccrummp" of the lighter, and beginning some inconsequential story from last night or the night before or something i said or something you said

with cigarette

placed between two lips i would rather be placed between and bobbing and circling at every harsh linguistic emphasis...

i miss that. sigh. and like 3 more weeks to go. sonofabitch indeed.