Snuffed out cigarettes stand upright in an ashtray
like dirty candles on a plastic cake in an icing of ash. A year of life,
or ten minutes of a bad habit? My stained fingers pushed them out,
forgetting to make a wish. As I take a drag and jam another year into extinction,
I wonder: What would I wish for anyway? I have everything I could ever want.
Shawn Van Horn is the author of several short stories and poems and is now working on his second novel. He has been published in Our Time is Now, Wilmington Blues, Fourth & Sycamore, The Oddville Press, Adelaide, Everyday Fiction, and The Mark Literary Review.