POST 148: Lipstick, Honduras, cousin, beach, South Carolina, Maine

by Carol Bass


When its lost?
So many squishy tubes
of luscious magenta, scarlet
sizzling pink
Kissing side car mirrors,
leaving lips
and notes for windshields
kissing bellies
backs of necks, tongues, ankles

What was Cleopatra’s favorite shade?
and Mama’s re-apply
while driving to the beach
to Charleston, to dance, to church

My kissin’ cousin kissing Honduran orphans
Color washed on Japanese dead lips

Under the sofa
in the dryer
the last restaurant
Why are you hiding
from these vital life tasks?
We have the job of LOVE