EYEBROW

Strange day. My stomach says its hungry to my brain...I eat.....and my stomach flares up in brutal agony dying for relief. Wanting to hug the porcelin bowl but it will not come. Only left to whine and double over in pain. I say I will not eat....yet I do and I pay the price. I looked in the mirror today...something was missing. I looked harder. Half my eyebrow is gone. It must have left during a nap.....gone to find a new home amongst the cushions of the couch. I keep waiting for my hair to fall.....it is annoying me with this heat. I pull it up in a bun....realize I am going to have one huge head without hair. I seem older.....whithering before my own eyes. I think of Frida Khalo's pain and eyebrows, wondering if she painted in moments of great pain or just waited until her pain ebbed. I want to create today...but only have the energy to lie on the couch wishing for relief from the pain in my stomach. I made a flyer for the art show.....sent it out......hoping to stir interest in the show I want so badly to succeed at. Right now I want to succeed at throwing up to find relief......tell my stomach....."come caca".