iridescent lilac eyeshadow
bright cerulean blue mascara
coral matte lipstick
that when you put it on, the surface of your lip
that when you put it on, the surface of your lip
is so soft so smooth but dry
like the thin soft skin of a breast or wrist
I never saw her wear any of these
Only ever lipsticks that were
What?
Not red not pink not coral,
Not purple or brown, but maybe a little bit of both
The color of my mom's lips, that's all
Did she wear them to that hippie disco
Where she and my dad danced before I was born?
Or out on bad dates?
Or just in front of the bathroom mirror,
Like I did when I found them,
The lilac eyeshadow matching my new spaghetti-strap top she bought me
After I explained I could just wear it under stuff
I love this poem! like the Mad Men poem it's moving and entertaining and so interesting. I love this variety of makeup. I love "After I explained I could just wear it under stuff"
ReplyDeleteWhat Caolan said. I feel like I'm getting to know your mom a little bit. There's something so familiar here.
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