No man ever steps in the same river twice,
for it's not the same river and he's not the same man.
Suds-bearded father
sang “Barroom Champagne” before
a cigarette and Bible study. Every morning
routine, in days before
the straight razor’s guillotine snap
gave way to two, four, six-blade
skin softening strips. Aloe
was a bitch, but no match
for a sharp spade and a Phoenix
Saturday morning. Beautiful,
my own dad shaving granddad only days
from his passing. Sometimes, I shave
to clean, to not be who I am, and at times
to practice stepping
in that same river.
(Daily Spam 11.3.11)
That gave me the "hairs on the back of my neck" equivalent of a semi-chub.
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