The cap is off my lipstick, in mid-air.

I’m caught between two opposing thoughts,

Standing there, as still as still life

Wondering.

A bird sings rhythmically outside,

The only sign that time is going by.

I’m still standing here,

Still as still life,

Wondering.

A picture of me ten years from now,

Noticeably missing this sultry pout,

Will say the thousand words I’d shout, today,

If I could only quit wondering.

-jenn