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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