Between scowling at
The mirror
And picking up the razor
I think about growing
A burly gorilla beard
To remind others
I am still an ape from
The floor
up
152
Pounds of flesh
Picking and eating
Scabs and other men
Warring internal gods.
I look again,
Everyday would
Fall apart
With facial hair
And besides,
No girl likes to kiss
Wire brushes
