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Hot Pink Lipstick

11 Years Ago


Here's a poem from my book, Digging to China, available in paperback and as an ebook, through Sweatshoppe Publications. Enjoy! (www.sweatshoppepublications.com/justin-w-price.html Hot Pink Lipstick

It was the first dead body I’d seen,
waxy
soulless.
Hot pink lipstick:
I laughed at the choice.
Painted cheeks, rosy
like those of a doll.
Hands that had held mine
stroked my hair,
prepared my dinner,
now stiff,
folded
angelic, no longer capable
of love or embrace.
My grandmother
in a box lined with silk,
optimum comfort for the dead,
lips closed, unsmiling
blue eyes hiding behind shaded lids.
Red hair that had been dyed the day of her death,
her final living act, unknown