Blackbirdan online journal of literature and the artsSpring 2023  Vol. 21  No.3
an online journal of literature and the arts
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The Mustache

He grew a mustache huge and black
which he twirled
with carnauba wax

into a filigreed W with a curlicue
twirling forever
at each end.

It took up most of his face.
It shocked
the frontier

towns and it turned ladies
toward his gaze.
His voice grew.

He gestured with his hands like
an Italian stallion
or a toreador

from Mars. It wiggled with
energy and spoke
constantly of

the moon and stars. He kept it
until his friends
held him down

and cut it off with the broken
blue glass of
a whiskey jar.

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