Smoke words every day.

Like millions before him ⁣this one arrives at 3am, drawnas they always are, ⁣to the hum and the cold light⁣⁣I watch from behind the refrigerator ⁣The way I have watched everything ⁣the meteor, the dinosaurs, ⁣his Monday mornings⁣⁣He opens the door ⁣and the light catches his eyes ⁣which contains the feeling of ⁣guilt before it…