Russian Red
Whenever my grandmother presses a smattering of kisses to my face,
she leaves behind faint, scarlet smudges that don’t wash off.
(There are whole universes of love
packed into tubes of old lady lipstick.)
Rebecca Cohen is a graduate of the Olin Business School at Washington University in St. Louis, where she minored in creative writing. She is currently pursuing a secondary degree in the United Kingdom, whilst continuing to write both poems and short fiction. She was born and raised in New York, along with her three sisters, who inspire her every day and have had a profound effect on her writing.
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