Quit You

Last night
I blew smoke
up my ass
and threw
the pack
in the drawer.
Forget
whatever
asinine
plot these
murderers
intended
to help me
with. God
dammit
I will not
let some
Midwestern
girl be
the death
of me.
If I fade
into an
obscure
joke,
fine. At least
I will be
able to laugh
when I am

too old
to fuck.