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.