I want to smoke
generosity,
have it fill my lungs
and exude from my lips
and color the air
surrounding me
with the same carelessness
of one who knew
of a cigarette’s harm
but loved it anyway,
only it’s not recklessness
if you’re already drunk
on devotion to the Divine
reckless abandon
is not always poetic
but love
to the point of worship
to the point of devotion
is