fixing pretty

5.09.2016

Here are my nails, unpainted. My face, unprimed.

My hands are clean. My eyes are bleary, but shine. And yet

you find it less alluring than the smoky-look, the polish and

that damn red lipstick, smudging itself

ungracefully on my teeth.

I’m fixing it up. I’ve got paint.

I’ve got brushes for blush and concealer, mascara

that has not quite congealed, old pots of DIY kohl cat-eyes,

and I’ve got the napkin with your number on it.

Yeah. That’ll do.