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Lipstick Stains by
katie chung
Growing up happens when I leave lipstick stains on coffee mugs When I exhale with contentment after the first sip without noticing
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It happens when I fold towels instead of origami sheets When I make stacks instead of cranes and hearts
It happens when I replace dreams of glass slippers with dreams of future jobs When I choose practicality over imagination
It happens when no one is there to tell me to go to bed at 9pm When sleep feels precious and time is fleeting
It happens when I laugh and I sound like my mom When I speak and I hear her voice in mine
It happens when I wonder when life started moving so fast When nothing in the past seems impossible But everything ahead feels unpredictable
But mostly growing up is just like lipstick stains on coffee mugs Visible Unintended And inevitable.
