Lipstick

there have been other women
here. I keep finding
cosmetics that don’t belong to me
between seat cushions, spots of powder
on the bathroom sink
the trace of perfume on my pillowcase
not quite right
will you dream of me
if I wear these new colors
fuchsia, rose flame
your face pressed into her jasmine scent
see me tonight

Holly Day's poetry, fiction, and nonfiction have most recently appeared in Canadian Woman Studies, Skyway News, and Ruah. She currently works as a reporter and a writing instructor in Minneapolis, Minnesota, and lives with her two children and husband. Her hobbies include skateboarding, crocheting, and trying to peaceably communicate with uncooperative vending machines.

Email: Holly Day

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