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.