SHE POKED HER BOTTOM

She poked her bottom

lip

with

the tip

of the shaft

of charcoal she

had been using

to draw

on

the

cardboard

fragments she’d

rescued from uselessness

outside the loading

dock

at

work.

It made a mark.

She licked the implement,

to help it spread, and covered

the rest of her pink

mouth

in

darkness.