Turkish Royals

So it seems as though my body has been on minimal-sleep mode for the last month or so, in that I'm back in my old and mysteriously causeless routine of waking fairly early in the morning. Usually I'll wake up around seven, which is certainly bearable, and allows me a good head-start on the day. In fact, it's been a rather productive several weeks, full of reading and writing.

Here is something I made this morning, perhaps ten minutes ago. It's a first draft, and I'm sure I'll revise it a hundred times, but I'm trying to share my writing with others; thus this post.

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Turkish Royals

In your filthy bedroom
Cluttered and filmy with dust
I saw an empty carton of Camels—
two hundred even-toed cigarettes

marching mutably to the next best thing.

You sucked them dry with copper lips—

wolfish fault lines of smoke—
and snubbed them out in
a broken pinch pot ashtray,
dejected like the rest.