when growing up.
all the kids in the hood,
moms and dads.
everyone had a camel
or a winston dangling from
their mouth.
behind the school,
in the bathroom, pregnant
women,
men in bars.
at work.
ashtrays were everywhere.
got a light
the pope would say,
leaning over with a cig,
holding his hat on his head.
the president smoked
doctors smoked.
grandmothers chained smoked
while they knitted booties.
i saw a baby once smoking
a cigar
while being pushed down
the street
in a stroller.
dogs smoked.
squirrels had tiperillos
in their mouths
as they broke open
nuts.
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