"i can't believe
you
became a smoker,"
says the mirror.
(contemplation;
i can't believe i
did either.)

i remembered
my brother,
when i was too
young and he was,
too, smoking in the
pool, or the garage,
or the backyard.
not even
one thousand dollars
could save his soul,
could get him to
stop.

the girl in the mirror
has long blonde hair
(the longest it's been
in years)
and smokes in her
boyfriend's bathroom
after partaking in
magic; heart and mind
racing; flawless,
almost.

she is older than
she used to
be