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Ritual Bleedings

by Chris Sorrenti


Every 24 hours
the curse
the promise
      masculinity unworshipped
cold razor
dragged across uncooperative skin

Tougher now
though just as bleedable
      the daily questions
      where am I going?
      why must it go on?
shaving off yesterday's
mundane adventures
washed into sink
cream cloud reminders
of distant days
      no deadlines to meet

Staring up at billows
promises of the future
      when can I too?
my father's silent concentration
in bathroom
now fully appreciated
     too late
the plug is pulled
face ready for new assaults
far from this altar of losses

The background radio barks
female voices
complaining of their own ritual bleedings
     Men have it so good

Looking down at my wrists
two places never shaved before
call up with a new promise
     and no deadline

© 1992

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08/31/2016

Posted on 08/31/2016
Copyright © 2022 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/01/16 at 03:46 AM

Interesting, amusing take on those rituals. That last stanza injects a grim portent. These days those hipsters and their beards are everywhere. I can't wait to read what you think about that trend. Thanks, Chris. "shaving off yesterday's mundane adventures washed into sink cream cloud reminders of distant days no deadlines to meet" - I really enjoyed this.

Posted by Keith D Allison on 09/01/16 at 06:58 PM

:) I really enjoy this

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