A Colder Air

Now and again, a colder air expands
in my nicotine-scarred lungs, causing
an instaregret to well up
in my equally addled brain,
and flood my neural pathways
until all that’s left is marsh and mush.

I can’t tell you what a rush it is,
but I can sing it, however off-key.

-r. miller

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