Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Poem

we leaned/ hard/ against their walls/ he and i
sharing/ a breath/ a cigarette
imprinting red lipstick on the end
discarding red lipstick on his mouth
but he wiped it gone/ until his lips bled
redder then before

1 comment:

Amelia said...

oh kate. you write about lipstick and cigarettes a lot. i have decided that those are components of your secret life. =) am i wrong?