Green Stripes

A box of Paul Mall cigarettes, open - 

the box, white with two green stripes. 

There were only a few cigarettes left in the pack.

I saw this in a dream.

Don’t know whose they were,

sitting in the drivers’ seat of the anonymous car with the window down.

I placed something - what?

I don’t recall whatsoever, on top of the pack,

and I felt satisfied doing this.

I only remember the green on the Paul Mall box.

I despise cigarettes.