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RIGHT SIDE UP OR UPSIDE DOWN

My cousin draws her eyebrows on
like Mom used her eyebrow pencil
to draw our Halloween masks;
complete with mustaches, goatees,
weird circles around our eyes.
Beauty mark moles looked
more like hitchhiking bugs,
and we wished
for a blacked out tooth
until crayons crumbled beneath our lips.

My cousin draws upside down
smiles on her forehead.
My fingers itch to blacken
a triangle devil’s beard above
her eyebrows now frowning
with a cyclops jack-o’-lantern eye
in my eye’s mind, and I wish
for wind to blow her hair
across her eyes so I can
laugh at that right now.


  Diane Webster