03/01/2014 by Uriel TovarHow clumsy my shaking hand
Around the underside of my throat
With dulled razor pinching
Skin and drawing drips
Of blood splattering on white clouds
Of foam
I wash it away easily
As these clouds dissolve in warm
Water steaming
--My hand swishing across the bowl
Making sure there are no traces left
I would like a new blade for my stem
But a clean shave is a commodity
Which minimum wage can’t afford
03/01/2014 Posted on 03/01/2014 Copyright © 2024 Uriel Tovar
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Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/01/14 at 11:46 PM Minimum wage? Have you seen the price of razor blades these days? Even when working full time at a middle middle class salary, I found the prices hard to swallow. And just when you get used to one (I use a double blade), they add three then four...five blades. I have to admit though the two blade cartridges I buy now (Gillette Sensor Excel) last a little longer than what they used to. We men just can't win sometimes eh? :) Good poem. Really captures the economic side. |
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/02/14 at 09:30 PM Need to sell some of that pricey poetry of yours! lol! No easy answers. But the minimum wage surely needs to go up. (Of course, the cost of everything will go up with it.) Good commentary on a current economic problem. |
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