克制演出紧张的初三英语作文
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she puffs away on a Marlboro
drawn from a shiny beige and white box.
I'm looking beyond her shoulder,
watching her smoke disappear into the early spring air.
I guess I'm staring at her cigarette,
because she looks at me quizically.
"Can I...?" I ask curiously, tentatively.
"You want to try?"
"Um, yeah. Yes, please."
She laughs, icy blue eyes sparking, and hands me the cancer stick.
I hold in inexpertly
in fingernails decorated with chipping red polish.
I draw it up to my lips, but she stops me.
"Now, there's a trick to this..."
Following her advice, I draw the smoke into my mouth,
then inhale.
Breathing out, I marvel at the bluish smoke,
and how old I must look, holding the cigarette in my fingers.
I puff a couple more times, without coughing
and feel oddly proud of myself.
Walking back to school, lunch, life,
I take my strange sense of accomplishment
and draw it deep inside of me,
like the sweet, poisonous smoke,
and the memory of this early spring day
