She wrapped br her smile br br around a slim br cigarette br br shifting it with each br word she spoke br br as if the cigarette br conducted her speech br br a glowing white baton br against the lush orchestration br br of her br luscious lips br br br coils br of smoke br br dancing what she said br above her head br br the entire conversation br stuck up on the ceiling br br her mouth spoke br like a jazz musician br br in a dingy late nite club br all riffs & stops & starts br br like a saxaphone br with a stutter br br or a bad case of br Torrettes. br br She cradled the phone br against her left shoulder br br as if she were burping br a baby br br took the fag out br for the second it took br br to purse br into a kiss.