VINYL POETRY

Volume 2, November 2010

BIRDIE
Kirsty LoganView Contributor’s Note

you should grow your eyebrows

my girlfriend said, because you said they’re like caterpillars but all I’ve seen are empty leeches so this grooming is a lie. for a fortnight I let everything grow. my armpits were itchy and sweat smeared the make-up above my lip, but my legs were lovely and warm. I ran out of conditioner within days. after a month my eyebrows were fat and dark as burnt sausages. I could not see past them and so my girlfriend had to lead me by the hand. I stopped blinking because it made my eyelashes tangle in my brows. after two months they got so long I could only drink through a straw. I did not need to wear any clothes because my body hair kept me warm. after four months the hair up my nose was long enough to fashion into a ringmaster’s moustache. after six months my girlfriend handed me a razor, scissors, and tweezers. lie to me she said.