A day of lung blackening,
punctuated by a cigarette
and a kiss from a wife
that leaves saliva on my cheek

I look,
and when she thinks
that I don't see her,
she wipes her lips.

My hair is full of soot
that my children will remember
as the scent
of their father.

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