by Chelsea Lowery

      after Kim Addonizio


I want a collection of lipsticks.

One in every single shade.


Colors that wrap around my lips-

and decorate the words they speak.


I want to be able to pick

from sweet cherry reds, candy pinks, and nutty browns-

so that I can coordinate the shades to my mood swings.


I want people to stare at my mouth and dream about popsicle flavors

Demands and promises outlined in flushed watermelon kisses


And I want all my lipsticks in a glossy finish.

So that my lips will leave a mark

on every surface they grace.


So that when I kiss you,

They’ll be no mistaking my popular pout.



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