She leaned over the sink,her weight on her toes,
and applied lipstickin quick certain strokes,
the way a man signshis hundredth autograph
of the morning.She tested a convictionless smile
as the lipstick retractedlike a red eel.
All day she left her markon everything she kissed,
even the air,like intoxicating news
whispered from ear to ear:
He left it all to me.