I’m buying eyeshadow in bulk again
Six phat shades, in cream crayon-fat pencils.
Maybe it’s time I get real.
At these prices, I’ll tell you, it’s a steal
But who am I kidding? Like I need
Purple raccoon eyes to pick up skim milk
At the grocery store? And I might need the milk
More than I do the makeup soon anyway.

Maybe it’s a spring thing, this mania
For color and primping and bad decisions,
High humidity and plump mascara.
It’s the slut coming out-- biology patrol--
Not much I can do, but unplug the modem,
Get out the Bible and the ankle restraints
And hope and pray for the best, before
I start bringing home strangers again.