pluck
this morning, i pluck a long thin eyebrow hair
the root felt deeper than i’d expected
and for a good reason
this unexpected ache held the door open
for me to be present in the act of plucking
a little longer
i felt a ghost rear its head
- when i’d “touched up” before my birthday outing (feeling: insecurity)
- when my father said a 3 year old girl looked like a boy - criticized even before the child can understand gender performance
- when i was corrected for playfully, affectionately calling my dad a “flower”
policing of gender
happens to us, and teaches us
how to inflict ourselves












