alright? My lips, they're just too narrow,
bottom lip curled
like bottom of the pile plantain.
Top lip the trail of black left behind
by a struck match.
Still, they're like us.
Companions, people in love.
Two things close together
or touching, even if they
grow tired of each other.
And I don't know how I feel
about this, our relationship
you know. There are too many times,
like right now, where I look into
my compact mirror and practice smiling
because I can't help but wonder
how you feel about
how I apply my makeup.
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