Eileen Albrizio Poems

After fourteen years smoke-free,
I asked my brother for a cigarette.
Hesitant, he tapped the pack
until one filtered tip popped out.
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A milky film over old, teary eyes.
Through the haze she reviews an abstract world.
Clarity held in her lap counting beads,
Florence soundlessly mouths her private prayers.
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When flicking dandruff
from the shoulder of your blouse,
did you hear what I said?
I was certainly on the verge of a breakthrough.
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