Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Lighting a Cigarette


Standing in the aisle of a bus, slowly inching away, giving space (taking space?) whenever someone gets on.
Swatting at his arms, swinging away, whenever he got too close to her face with his karate moves in his attempts to bug his sibling.
Giving way to the passerby walking on the pavement into the streets you just left behind.
Drawing brows just that little bit closer when a tailor is taking measurements.
Finding space on the dance floor, avoiding bumping into the other dancers.

Standing by the lamp, with a wave of her cigarette holding arm requesting, drawing close to allow the stranger to light up the cigarette now between her lips. A shared passion for cigarettes wiping away personal space edicts.