In college French, I remember a boy with a coal-black Mohawk
Like giant eyelashes combed thick with mascara
He told me that getting into cars was tricky, and involved
Leaning his head against his own shoulder, like a shy parrot
Sleeping proved equally difficult—he kept his head perfectly
Still, cheek to pillow, like a profile imprinted on a coin
His pale face and dark hair like an unblinking eye in the dark,
The stiff and straight lashes indicating shock or surprise
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