I loved the line "tunneling out their wits." It seemed like such a strong, descriptive line, and I couldn't help but snag it.
Watching the haze billow
east to me, I two stepped left,
out of the fog.
The skinny jeans with sweatervests
blow smoke rings at each other,
as they inhale stupidity; tunneling out
their wits and cementing in cancer.
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