Timothy Schirmer — The Monarch Review
The Man Who Couldn’t Hold His Own Cigarette – Timothy Schirmer
Monday, August 4, 2014 10:05 — 1 Comment
It used to be that whenever I lit a cigarette, this man I was sleeping with would smoke half of it without it ever leaving my fingers. He would take hold of my wrist and bring the cigarette up to his parted lips like a child taking a big sip from a straw that led into a cup his mother was holding.  At parties, people thought this was something to talk about, how the man I slept with didn’t like to hold his own cigarettes.  A woman I didn’t know remarked, “What happens when your girlfriend is away? I mean, […]
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