He sat at the desk, his brows immersed in thought
while I watched him painstakingly compose
a story.  I had a question I wanted to pose
to him about how to construct a wrought
idea on paper and as I pondered and sought
appropriate words to interrupt those brows
which my own resemble, I pretended to flip and browse
through pages of his manuscript.  This caught
those brows in consternation and he brought
the pages out of my hands and into his lap.
I shuffled out of the room, gnawing a lip.
He sat at the desk, his brows immersed in thought,
and now I join his club of crotchety brows
asking still my questions consumed with hows.

-Tsai