SMILING GIRL IN A CHEMIST'S SHOPAdmit what lies behind it. Behind the carefully crafted face. The boundless hillocks of brain. The exquisite scarlet plumbing of veins. The white cathedral of her skull. But even more than that, admit the disappointments the evenings spent alone, the boyfriend who did his block this morning and now wont talk all week. The uncle who touched her in the bath, the mother who gets drunk every night and wont get off the phone, the customers who snarl the men who stare (like the one who's writing this) the getting dressed each dawn the showering, the brushing of her hair, the keeping going the lasting out and lasting out and lasting out.