Her lipstick colors the rim of her cup
bright red against the sparkling glass
it's a pretty picture.
but you're only looking in the frame.
her long fingers wrap around
her fingernails, long and red hit the side with a click
travel up her narrow arms, past the golden bracelets.
her black dress scoops in the back and her copper hair hits her shoulder, but you still aren't looking hard enough.
she licks one finger and spins it around the rim
one loud clear note sings.
one drop hits the tablecloth and spoils the white.
where did that come from?
finally you notice her face
black lines that blur down her cheeks
brilliant white teeth that cut into her red lips
a sob escapes her and two fingers press to hold it in
she picks up her purse
takes a deep breath
stands up from the black cushioned chair
and leaves
