when you’re older
even the tears don’t come so easy
“again?” they ask. “aren’t you a bit too old for this?
and down the cheek they roll.
I am not good enough to be your eyebrow -she says
-why the eyebrow? he says -you’re not good enough to be the lint of my navel.
-i could be the lint of your navel – she says – i am round and fluffy and you love to sniff me.
-but if you were an eyebrow, i’d pluck you you to death – he says.
-isn’t that what you are doing now? – she says – you are plucking me, and plucking me…
-you would be a very obscene eyebrow – he says and rolls to her side.
-well, stop wiggling me then – she says and snuggles with the pillow. he is already asleep.