I lit a ciggarette,
from a candle
in haste
and was
immediately struck
by an Appalachian fear—
a piece of Lithuanian past
reached up to save
a sailor
from death—
and formed my hands
in imitation
of a priest,
but a bit more
Orleans Voodoo, —
to cross
the candle
three times… and
save sailor my
disrespect
We have become—
all of us—
so many people
in this place.
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Haha. I actually quite like the creative misspelling of cigarette. It gives it character.
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