Facial Hair
by Samuel De Lemos
My face is hairy,
I’ve let my stubble
grow.
My razor stands
resilient
and shiny on my
bathroom’s mirrored
wall.
I don’t care if
its lonely
Gillette blade
misses a cut,
because I’m
determined
to grow out my
facial stubble—
The way
my beard frames
my face,
reminds me of
Pavarotti singing,
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