I fear I have become
a lip gloss girlie—

it was an impulse purchase,
that clear tube
of goo
with the cute packaging,

something totally outside
my nature
of torn jeans
and bare faces,
the Eau de tomboy
wafting from my neck,

yet the swipe
of a little doe-foot applicator
brings out my femininity—

my features,
now soft and serene
where they were once
sharp and rugged,

I thought it not possible
to claw away
my masculinity,
and find underneath
a womanly complexion,

but I fear
I have become
a girl again,
giddy and free
glossy to the touch.

– Theo Sterling