i like your shoes

you stamped your cigarette out
on the bottom of your untied shoe.
another sign
     (that you deny)
that i'm infiltrating
your already weak immune system.
"it's terminal,"
   you say, about your fake disease.
i'm terminal, too, you know.

you walked away for five minutes
   (an estimate, you say)
i stole a cigarette of yours,
among other things.
i'll admit i'm a
    dirty
              rotten
                                     thief.