Theatre

Foundation, heavy, like orange spray tan caked behind the ears, under the chin, dark lashes, liner, shiny shadow on lids, bright red Marilyn Monroe lips. Don’t forget those pink roses, cheekbones – I paint on the layers, quiet, alone, with intricacy, till I feel clownish really, but beautiful theatrically. When I step out no one will gasp at the way I am all dolled up. All they will see is my features, clear and sharp. I know if I passed my reflection I would not see the me they do. It’s not my eyes that shine, but their lash curtains, my lips only happy as long as the red gloss lasts.