A tub of white foundation powder,
Still flat and shiny on top.
A deep rose shade of grease blush,
For cheeks already chapped dark red.
A box of pink balsam leaves
Crushed in alum, for tinted nails,
Which many women in the restaurant displayed.
I-Li’s nails were bitten to the quick.
Cosmetics never used, jewelry never worn,
Mirrors never looked into. The outward gaze.