I ran into Liz
as I walked to the bus.
of cardinal-colored lipstick
bled off her lips
and onto her cheek.
She must have been with Timothy.
“You know what’s weird?” Liz asked.
“When you’re kissing a guy,
it’s romantic and sweet, right?
But when you see other people kissing,
it’s disgusting and gross.”
She took a moment
to slip a tissue from her purse
and wipe her lipstick off.
One tiny hint of red remained
on her cheek, like a crack on her skin.
“I don’t kiss in public,” I said.
She punched me playfully.