silent treatment

I fill out my cheeks

with the polluted air

I hold my breath

as long as I can

fog covers everything…

and then I cough

and choke

and breathe in with relief

you look at me puzzled

and you can’t decide

whether you like me

whether you know me

whether?...

every time

when you are almost sure

something out of ordinary happens

when I light my cigarettes

my eyes cross

smoke exits through my nose

a halo appears around my head

I look like a sinful saint…

in anger and confusion

we give each other

the silent treatment