The Only Thing Left is a Book

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In his rocking chair, the pipe embers
burning more slowly. He remembers
his first kiss and how it now tastes like this
slow, hot drag. It’s a cold December.

-JR Simmang

This one made it to the top 6 in the Writer's Digest Poetic Form Challenge for last month, which is pretty awesome.

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