one of those moods

by Steven J. Serafiani

I sat outside of a bar smoking a surgeon generals warning
when a smoky eyed brunette with long stems sat down next to me
next to a flower bed
she asked to borrow a lighter
then lit her cig which was perched between her lava lips
she asked a question in the form of a greeting
I stared straight ahead at a bail bonds sign
she asked where I was from
I flicked my half inhaled class A to the street and said,

“Can you just give me my fucking lighter back.”

she rolled her wildfire eyes and gave it to me
I got up and walked back into the bar

I was just in one of those moods.