Cigarettes in the snow

Outside the Rehab house.


There was something familiar

About the addicts faces-

A haunted, starved look

As though they just emerged from a long, arduous war.

Their skin had not seen the sun for awhile.


Did they even remember childhood,

How it felt before the hunt began?

To wake up without hunger,

To see a landscape that didn’t include

Nooses hanging from the trees?