I Smoke for My Weight “I smoke for my weight,” I said. A small cough escaping A doughy hand expertly flicks. Tomorrow morning will be the CAT scan More empty warnings. It has begun to rain I am stubbornly outside: Me, the glowing cigarette, and the lie. Marc Janssen   I Was Right “I was right, of course.” I said, looking at my feet; You didn’t say anything. The car door gently closed; I heard the engine grumble to life; A “clunk” as it went into gear; The crinkle of rocks as tires slowly rolled backwards out of the driveway;…