#2,663 Haircut 300

~ mikebellwrites

A dirty sink with someone
else’s snips of hair in place
as if a marker of their brief
visit [my barber runs a cut-
throat blade over my neck
& nicks enough to draw on
my heart’s blood – he dabs
caustic antiseptic] – I drop
my head with that push of
his hand to let me know to
adjust – my cut hair across
my gown – grey harvest of
head hair – reflected at me
my face of trimmed brows
& age – such an age I am at
now – how many haircuts?
How much left of me now?