moon pie?

do you mind if I vape,
she says
after making love,
what, I say. what are you
talking about?
I see the blue
light
of her electronic
cigarette
go on, a puff of air
rise.
she puts one hand
behind her head
and sighs.
care for one, she asks.
no, I tell her,
pulling out a box
from the dresser drawer,
ripping a wrapper,
moon pie?