eyelashes

There I go again, Lord, admiring my own eyelashes.
How lovely they are! Dark and long and, though I don't wish to boast, I swear they are much thicker than they were last year.
Other women apply cosmetics to their eyelashes the more beautifully to frame their jewel eyes.
I, perverse, (as always) care for my eyes so that their frame might receive all the attention I think it deserves:
...!
And just when I get to this point, to the point of imagining ardent admirers of my (very fine) eyelashes, I laugh.
I say to You, God, "I am admiring my own eyelashes. Again." And we laugh together about it.