Ashtrays and dukka cigarettes
That’s what I think about, of things don’t belong in castles
I don’t smoke, I don’t know why it’s my first thought
Maybe it’s because of how often I have seen them
Cigarette butts
Cheap cigarettes
My grandma took us to this dukka often
We would choose whichever soda we wanted
The front of the dukka was littered with cigarette butts
Brown cigarette butts
No ashtrays
I’d watch the men snuff them out with the heels of their shoes
Usually old old shoes
Because those are the kinds that smoked dukka cigarettes
You know what is peaceful?
Archways
Stone archways, the castle kind
I have never been in a castle
Not even an old castle
A crumbling castle even
It’s something I thought I’d do
Be in a castle
I wonder what I’d bring to the castle
My matte lipstick with the shinny lid probably
It doesn’t suit castle image
But that’s alright