the orange lipstick i am wearing these days.
it's leaking, too, the sun, on my white t-shirt,
black lacy underwear, and dirt-caked fingernail
beds.
i remember how you found all of this
to be quite beautiful, and how we were quite beautiful,
laying on the floor, without touching,
imagining a great slice of cheese pizza or
other ways to make humanity better off.
we were well off, you and me.
