my eyebrows ask questions of the sky
in random arcs and then lie back in
windswept smugness, only to dance
Spock-like (in the exact manner that
you would never see a Vulcan dance)
and I really do wonder, could they
ever grow long enough
for a comb-over?
It’s time to admit to the world that I have unruly eyebrows…and I have NO desire to change that!