She holds her pen like a nicotine fiend, looks out the window through her own image. She smiles her past away. The city bus rides like an old carousel, yet she smiles and he sees the curl of her lip. A glistening side view-- white picket fences for teeth. His fantasies sway off the bus, hanging on the young woman's hips-- when she turned and rose from the seat, in a single blink, she was no longer a reflection. no long with a smile, lips wrap grimace around her face like bandages-- each holding shards of glass in her mouth.