goodbye beard 40209April 4, 2009
Pizzicato shower, trickling over my back, tiny pinpoints of water
And the crescendo of heat; I must sweat to finish bathing.
I’ve removed all but the last vestige of testosterone’s prominent vantage.
And now, I am naked as oboes.
A chill day, this will be my undoing; newborn skin is always coldest
Even colder when a ringing wind cymbals my face.
Presto! Presto! Out of the air!