Don’t you ever get bored looking
at your face in the mirror,
the girl asks herself. Standing
before a frozen lake could alleviate the angst.

The south tower fell first.
Her northern roots are showing.
Her dead father’s escape
does not reflect her fear of fire.

Where there’s sea smoke,
there may be a steam devil.
With 3 minutes to live, it has no time to waste
spinning a watery saga of eternal evil.

Or, it’s all a lie—the selfie
and everything outside the frame.