Your Lips, My Eye

After a session in the pool, water being

the only thing large enough to hold

the anxiety that my body was trying to hold,

I saw you, and your

red

lips.

I thought about why someone would

wear lipstick to swim? and wondered,

if that had stayed on your lips

the entire time your face

was 

under water?

All the anxieties that my mind had been

riddled with for the past hour,

instantly replaced with this new,

more interesting 

question.

Why?  Why would someone wear

lipstick to swim?

And then, the mirror in the gym

locker room showed me

that my eye was a deep

bloodshot red.

Streaks of color like a sunset

in the white of my eye.

And now the mote on your lips is the beam

in my eye, and again, I have

been reminded,

"worry about oneself."