Moz

I am reminded of you the most
Between
Rubbing alcohol
And cherry pits.

I miss wrapping up in your flannel--

Drifting off with a nose full of Vick's.

I miss your smoker's cough
Coated by Carmex,
And your one dollar sugarplum
Bath-wash.

You were a saint at the slots.
You were pennies and pennies and pennies.

You were my good fortune.