The basement is deep stink. Water trickles from old crazed cast iron pipes and makes giggling sounds. I push into the Ladies Room, the spumoni-pink door where a squaw kneels vibrates behind me. The squaw is calling the screech owl and opossum back. The door doesn t lock.
Paper towels float in the sink.
In the mirror is the thing who wears a blue jean skirt and jacket that only a girl should wear. Her eyes dilate. The thing rips off her NicoDerm patch and jams a Merit Ultra Light in her mouth. Take the cigarette out of my mouth and break off the filter. My face blurs into a smile.