Bliss

Written by Jacob Ibrag

‘How’d you do it?

Two days in and all I can

think about is my next cigarette.’

Mixing a dish of raisins into the salad,

she chuckled at her question and answered,

‘it was pure bliss. Just pretend that each

smoke is a pair of your ex’s lips, and

refuse to kiss them no matter

how much they beg.’

Photographer Unknown