Not titled

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.