Red Lips

 Image via LitHub

Image via LitHub

 
 

‘In the bathroom cabinet, my lipsticks occupy the highest shelf. Owen is delighted with the transfer of color to material surface; paint onto paper, Texta onto wall. The few times he has found a tube, housing the tomato-orange of Mummy’s smile, he has tilted his head, uncapped the tube, and dragged rich, incongruous color across his rosebud mouth in exact mimicry of my gestures. I keep my lipsticks up high because they are expensive, and because of the eeriness of seeing my own expression played out on my small child’s face.’

Read ‘Red Lips’, published in LitHib as ‘On Blood, Birth, and the Talismanic Power of Red Lipstick’, here.