You say if I ever smoke again
you will leave. Threats cut,
fester, rot our romance.
I love living
under an ultimatum. It gives heart
to our relationship. This one thing.
One simple act. A habit
worth kicking for me, if not for us.
Today you say
if I ever buy a Kirby vacuum,
you will leave. One day soon
you will open the door
and find me cleaning,
my Kirby in one hand,
a cigarette in the other.
These days, I see
my options grow.
© 2003 Jason C. Jones