Annabelle ( You're Going to Die of Cancer)

I saw a woman once,
In the smoking lounge at Logan.

She was sipping on a martini,
Nervously eyeing the departures
and smoking Capri 100s down to the filter.

I was sure she left teeth marks in the butt,
And I questioned whether I would let her
entertain me orally.

At H16, I boarded my flight for Detroit.
She was going to Miami.

God I hate airports.