Today on the bus I observed a young woman very carefully, very delicately touching up the make-up around her eye with a cotton swab. "Dab" would have been too strong a word. More like the delicate kiss of a kitten's whisker upon her lid.
What made this sight incongruous of course, was that her make-up consisted of thick, unblended horizontal smears of black paint, applied to one-half of the length of her eyes.
If you, I thought to her in my head, an otherwise pretty young woman applies her make-up by scrubbing a charcoal briquette in random areas on her eyelids, then why now this sensual dance with subtlety?
Confusion reigned the rest of the ride to work.
A man trash his home
Cranes smash, mud smeared on walls, then
... windexes peephole
-Confusion haiku