Shaving My Unibrow || Jean-Luc Fontaine

No one notices when my two eyebrows
try to reconsolidate their relationship
—not even my wife, who often massages

the blackheads from my nose.
But still, I dab the dark patch
with shaving cream and wonder

when I first became so self-conscious.
Was it when the first party of pimples
appeared on my cheeks like a group

of red-faced frat-boys waiting anxiously
for the keg? Or could it be that month
in 11th grade when I didn’t shave,

and my homeroom teacher
pointed to my porcupine beard and told me
it looked like her 6-month-old

toothbrush? Is it possible the spider
that crawled out my hair during 2nd period
clobbered my confidence

—the gaggle of freshmen laughing,
asking if I could remember
the last time I held a bar of soap? Oh!

It doesn’t matter, I mutter as a conspiracy
of wrinkles forms around my eyes.
I wet my razor with hot water,

then watch as steam fogs up the mirror—
my unibrow like a fraying rope slowly breaking
from the pull and tug of all my insecurities.


Jean-Luc Fontaine resides in New York where he teaches the arts at an elementary school in the Bronx. He enjoys cheap coffee and falling asleep on subway cars.


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