smoke it

i hate the way you smell when you come back into the room and i can barely look at you in china i'm the one who leaves in china they hand us hot wet towels and i hold them to my face in china only the nice restaurants have ashtrays uncle pulls a box out every time we sit down "there are no taxes on these here" he says and packs them into your suitcase / mom says you've lost weight at night you open the windows and make the tea she hates i hear thunder when it comes the rain falling on our house at two i sit and listen to you heave and cough and i don't fall asleep until you stop