And above each eye, a strip of hair,
said God early in the design process.
To stanch the flow of sweat? an angel asked,
Yes, and for good looks, said God.
At that, the workshop laughed.
I’m serious, said God.
There has to be a horizontal rule
between the pair of peepers
and the forehead, right here at the bend
where socket rims to brow.
He pointed with his cane.
Hard brow, said God, about to drift
into one of his soliloquys – but
stopped himself. Time for a break?
asked God. Oh yes, he said to them.
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