Body Odor and Cigarettes
A Daughter's Apology
When I was a little girl I told
my daddy I liked the smell of his
truck, and he lifted an eyebrow
at me, gripping the steering wheel
with calloused hands and told me
it was "nothing but body odor
and cigarettes," and I laughed.
When I was older I hated
that smell. I begged him
to quit with every coughing
fit so long his face turned red.
I’d cry and wonder if he was
about to die, but when he stopped,
he’d take a swig of Sun Drop, suck
on his Winston, and grin at me.
When I was in college, engaged
to the man who had raped me,
Daddy called me a whore so I
damned him. He just lit another
cigarette while I cried in my
mother's arms, lying and whispering
"I hate him" through a lump
in my throat so big
it hurt to breathe.
When I was single and broke
and had roommates from
craigslist, I went to a gas station
and bought my first pack. I lit one
with a lighter I stole and inhaled
it too deeply, coughing until my
throat burned, dropping ashes
on my bed, leaving stubs in my car
and in other people’s ashtrays,
and I went numb.
When I had bought too many
packs to count, when I’d lost
my savings and my will to live,
I came back home. Daddy and I
sat on the deck and avoided
talking about our year apart,
my sweaty hand gripping his
old black lighter, desperate
to hide behind a wall
of smoke. I told him I was
happy. He forced a smile.
When I blew another tire in
October, I had a panic attack
at the wheel. I wanted to wreck
my car, and I hyperventilated
until I was dizzy, and I went home
so I wouldn’t hurt myself
and Daddy turned on Rocky
and he said “it’s about how
many hits you can take and keep getting
back up” and he pretended
not to see the tears on my cheeks
and he lit a cigarette
and I pretended not to love
the smell of smoke.
About the Creator
Kye Earley
I'm a 23 year old creative. I write, act, make youtube videos (search CoffeeCat, you'll find me!). I also really really love cats. I do magic and tarot, so those themes sometimes slip into my work. Oh, and I'm secretly a mermaid.
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