Trichotillomania  by Janis Freegard

she plucks out
each eyebrow hair
one by one
with platinum tweezers

and stands them up
on the black lacquer dressing table:
her row of soldiers
first line of defence

above them, framed
in the oblong mirror:
her deforested forehead
wondering eyes
inconsequential nose
the fleshy lips protected
by a layer of down
(now that would have to go)
her smooth neck
her far too animal body

Another of mine this time – this one was first published in Blackmail Press 13 and reprinted in AUP New Poets 3.