Hey guys,
I wrote this poem remembering a time I had a little bit of a wheeze from a smoking-induced infection. I spent a lot of my college years smoking and reflected on the friends I spent good times with putting our lungs through hell.
Till next time,
Justin
A momento from old friends
by Justin Gil
my nose is stuffed, I think maybe it's the change of season. I suck in more biting air. It warps loudly as it passes around the stalagmites in my nose. I blow, crescendoing in a duck-like wheeze. I miss my youth and the friends that went with it; talking shit, while we mutually tortured our lungs. I'll never forget them.
This poem is currently unpublished.