his face
is sallow as he sits
pushing
a cigarette
out in a blue ashtray
that rests
on the kitchen
counter.
he lights another one.
he thinks
that yellow, the yellow
of his walls
needs to be changed.
the thought of blue
crosses his mind
as he blows smoke
towards the ceiling.
maybe, he says out loud,
maybe blue,
then he leaves
the room.
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