"Spite Poem"

I'm smoking cigarettes while sick again 
which mostly just means I'm sick again

But also
that itchy little bits of you
are creeping under my skin again

Maybe its your memory
gunking up my lungs
and gumming up my ganglia
and jamming up my damn heart again 

But I hate giving you credit even
for the nasty shit
so I'm going to smoke and blame the cigarette again