hairy sabrett
the wild hair on the back of your neck when you look up, like you’ve been hiding in a bush for a week and you’re covered in dirt and hair
I looked up in the subway and my hairy sabrett was like a raccoon’s tail. Everyone stared at me like I was a monster.
My hairy sabrett looked like a tangled mess of spaghetti. My friend said I looked like a homeless man who never washed his hair.
During a video call with my boss, my hairy sabrett popped out like a zombie’s head. He said I was the scariest thing he’d ever seen.