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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 © 2024 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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