it has something to do with how my thoughts go from
pouring to spilling
when I’ve had too much wine–
spreading across the page
and leaving a stain
no matter how I try to clean them up later.
It’s about the tangle of worries in my head
thorns that grab at my arms and legs
painfully holding me back
slowing me down . . .
It’s about realizing the tangles are all just me
the thorns are my own thoughts
so why can’t I just free myself?
It’s about how nothing helpful ever follows the phrase
“why can’t you just?”
It has something to do with wearing these words on my lips
and glossing over their lack in my life
My life is lacking something
I’m going to go get
as soon as I figure out what it is . . .
It’s about having to start here
among the thorns
when I thought I’d already have made it
to the mountaintop.
One thought on “The Lipstick Letters”
I haven’t received a lipstick letter in 40 years. I could use one. Nice poetry dear Poet.
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