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.
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