Spring 2006 SLAM! - Congrats to the winners - see you all next time! |
"Tweeze" One by one, I pluck them out. A splinter of a strand rests between my twezers, dark as seal skin with a bulbous cuticle. Whether on my legs or stomach, I pluck them out. I hold the hairs to the light and admire the sheen of the cocoa-colored shafts. I lay the hairs upon my skin, dark brown on tan. I grasp my tweezers and search for more sprouts, ignoring the twinges from where I tweezed before. The next morning I awaken to burning skin, swollen from the tugs on my twine-like hairs. Once tan skin glows salmon pink even if it feels silky to the touch. I grasp my tweezers and throw them away,vowing never to torture my skin that way again. Minutes later, I paw in the trash and dig out those tiny tongs. I notice new sprouts which erupted overnight, pushing past my skin only for me to pluck, to irritate my skin, but I can't resist examining all those hairs in the light. |