Shaving
By Jonathan Diaz Posted in Poetry on November 3, 2016 0 Comments 1 min read
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The razor’s wet and ragged glint
goes shining on the face it shaves.
You suck in air—aloe and mint.
The razor’s wet and ragged glint
marks your oath, takes devotion’s tint.
You say: “This ceremony saves.”
The razor’s wet and ragged glint
goes shining as it shaves.

 

 

 

 


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