It cost five cents. A fortune. But my pocket burned and
my hand snatched one from the candy store box.
I looked at it. Gently touched the plastic cover.
I had to have it.
The lady at the counter took my nickle.
Asked if I wanted a bag.
“No thanks,” I said, hurrying out.
I ran around the corner.
Ripped off the plastic.
Held it up, smiling.
The moment of truth.
I popped off the cover, held it to my lips.
Suddenly I was as glamourous as Rachael Welch
As sophisticated at Katherine Hepburn
As grown up as my Mom.
I brushed the tube of candy across my lips.
The taste was sugary, sweet.
Probably nothing like the real thing, but I didn’t know…
Being 6 and all.
That’s when it happened.
The dirty deed.
I couldn’t help myself.
I took a bite.
I’ll always remember
my first taste of lipstick.