
Every two weeks I pay a college senior
(engineering major I believe) to rip
most of my eyebrows out of my face.
The right one always comes out higher,
arched more elegantly than the left.
“It’s the way your face is constructed”,
she tells me, as if an accusation of
the original engineer’s design.
I nod—a permanent inquisitiveness
in relief
over my right eye.
-M. Ashley