sour girls seem like corners drawn
deeply into briefly unsmiling faces
livid with rouge, mascara, and
                                                         eyes

cut of freezing, ice and, ivy (who like
sour girls uncurl)
                                  gently in the palm

of Summer's neat soft plush and hand
not Summer's but my hand, which
draws briefly unsmiling into livid with
my lips, rouge and mascara, faces