Once, I stole lipstick from the local Osco,
Buff shimmer,
The case, slick black polyhedron,
Bespoke sophistication
To my guilty palm.
Eyes darting at convex mirrors
Praying for easy escape
Past aisles of Hallmark cards; wine and liquor; school supplies and barbeque doo-dads
Out electric doors,
Unused bills leaden in my pocket.
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