where for art thine eyebrows

as you boarded the bus

i became

-transfixed-

by your sideburns

their snowy white glinting from the overhead lights

they stood out as few sideburns are able

maybe it was the total lack of other hair on your head.

call me

The Gospel of Spiderman

jesus is great, thank you for telling us.

your deep admiration shone forth like a pair

of overloud headphones in a cta bus.

your devotion to children was even more stunning,

pausing to sing the spiderman theme song to each one.

most people, including the bus driver, deperately wished you to leave. i just wish you hadn't left with my heart.