Hello world, I endeavor to publish a poem or short story once a week about my adjustment to my life, limitations, and general experiences. I have nowhere to send these, nowhere to put this outside of myself

It’s too cold to keep smoking. I flick at the ember But the cigarette crumbles in my rain-wet hands Like a mulch effigy. There’s no saving some things. They told me Texas was warm but here I am. I blow