- Vol. 03
- Chapter 08
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Image by Jean Cooke
As I see it
I own your eyebrowthe one that looked lost.
I named it, it rises to my touch.
Put on this hat, walk close
behind me, lower your head so
the drape of hair hangs deep.
When I tire of my eyebrow,
which I will, I intend to leave right
away and you will be left
as others see you
without my eyebrow.