Warm condensation
drips in time
to some old doo-wop
on the stereo.
Casually, I clear off
a small section
of the bathroom mirror.
I notice
the uninterrupted curves of my face—
the unsettled color of my eyes—
& the freckles
that weren't there yesterday.
With my fingers,
I lightly graze my mouth
between those hummed harmonies.
*My lips seem
to be a deeper red this morning.*
I inspect the top bit
& bite down on its bottom counterpart
if only to keep my coy smile in place.
*No one knows
what I dreamt last night
except me.*
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 12:14 PM UTC
Warm condensation
drips in time
to some old doo-wop
on the stereo.
Casually, I clear off
a small section
of the bathroom mirror.
I notice
the uninterrupted curves of my face—
the unsettled color of my eyes—
& the freckles
that weren't there yesterday.
With my fingers,
I lightly graze my mouth
between those hummed harmonies.
*My lips seem
to be a deeper red this morning.*
I inspect the top bit
& bite down on its bottom counterpart
if only to keep my coy smile in place.
*No one knows
what I dreamt last night
except me.*
© Bitsy Sanders, August 2013
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