i'm almost out of lipstick and
perfume and soul.
and i mean the type of soul
that moves your hips when you hear music
and the type of soul that gets in your blood
when you hear people talking
passionately about something important.
and you know i always mean the type of important
like which record you listened to while making love with
him or her.
and what you were doing the night you got pregnant.
your soul is running out along with your
lolita lempicka and your ruby woo
and sometimes these things are just too
expensive to replace.