Brows
Bright vibrant eyebrows have faded
into hazy apparitions hovering plaintively
above each of my questioning eyes,
their bygone expressions lost in Polaroid
snapshots from the 60s or washed down
the drain with Lifebuoy, Lux or Camay.
Like two arcing Cavendish bananas fell
prey to Tropical Race Four fungus, they
cling to what little time they have left.
Tabloid faces scream out mockingly
behind severely tweezed and tinted brows,
clinging to some former life, while I
quickly swipe my credit card before the
cashier can no longer register my face.
ky li
1.30.16/7:59am
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