Chapstick

The feel on my lips cool, smooth, new In my light pink box they live small, long, cylindrical. At school they live in my pocket safe, secured, silent In my red and white pencil case they reside small, long, cylindrical. I was scared to talk in class a swipe for good luck saved me. The collection grew The purpose shifted. I grew up and they grew out. Parties, boys, priorities. Chapstick, once naive, now knowing.