Intoxicated

the smoke curls up from
         my cigarette
coyly perched in its spot
on the glass arby's ashtray--
         the only real ashtray
in the whole house--
glass kissing the perfectly
         mechanically formed
         ikea green ceramic mug--
the cheap folgers coffee
         steaming upward,
flirting and dancing with the
          smoke--the essence of my addiction.

11.3.04