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