Voices on the Wind Comical Voices
Groucho’s Eyebrows by Phyllis Wax One in the sink thick and hairy just lying there as if it fell from his face. The other wiggling crazily about the tub like they wriggled when he leered and I, naked under the shower, scramble to stay out of its way— its hundred legs moving fast— reach out to grab a flip-flop to chase and slap-slap until it’s only a smeared spot twitching a few unruly hairs. The unmistakable smell of his cigar hangs in the humid air.