Somebody makes a decision.

By | 1 December 2014

Somebody bears responsibility
his shoes tapping as he walks away.

This is an illustration and
an example.

I enter the restaurant as a wound–
my smiling mouth.

Lipstick the colour of my labia.

And ‘m not gonna ugly my hand
for a pool shot sorry.

To be turtle-enough
in the night,
to clip.

The best way to hide is not.

Lipstick the colour of my lips.

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