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the secret life of eyebrows (Free verse) by Bill Z Bub
sometimes my arrogance astounds me
frightens me
frowns me
there is no basis
none at all
there is no end
to lost opportunity
is it that look
that I give
like you're crazy
like you're coming on
like Heracles
I tried to tame them
but was entangled
strangled
neck crook angle
cracked asphalt angel
decked out summer phaedrus
helio-fabulous
manicure toppled
gritting on toes
and smokers grappled
but I've lost all addictions
save for this razor
think this'll phase her?
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