Wednesday, December 4, 2013

poem of the day 12.04.13

white and gray areas

the little boy
comes over to me

he says
we have to talk

about your beard

you need to shave your beard
he says

as i watch him morph into
half of the bosses that i’ve ever had

i tell him
that he needs to shave his beard too

which is
of course

but he feels his face anyway

then he spontaneously
reaches up and touches my chin

pulls at the white hairs
pulls at the gray areas

while i wince

while his mother watches us
from across the room

meeting my eyes


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