widow’s peak

_{Photo by Angie Shenouda}

By Angie Shenouda

Monday 

i take

a razor 

to the top

of my forehead 

where the uppermost

part of me meets

in the shape 

of a V

and the

blade

lingers 

above 

the

valley

of my worry 

and with waterfall eyes

i flick my wrist and watch dark 

hairs land on porcelain 

desperate to erase

that part of you 

i know 

will still 

bud 

on Friday 

evening.