Shaving with Abandon


Razor, mirror, lather—
A steady hand is needed.

The difficulty of the upper lip...

Half-asleep I try to make
A perfect job of it.

I succeed in placing
A neat incision
On each curved wing of nostril.

Now I am Comanche,
Marked for manhood.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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