poetry

Unchanged Razors

Michaelangelo’s masterpiece pales
in comparison to
my friend washing
dishes
at 3am in the morning,
drunk
on anticipation –

He’s got a date
tomorrow.
He wouldn’t even get out
of bed
otherwise.

“He’s gorgeous
and smart
and funny
and kind
and likes dogs over cats,”
He rambles past my
plea for silence.

“But, goddamn,
he is one ig’nant
sonofabitch.”

My friend is black
and gay –
I’m just glad he skipped
his own Tevilah*.
I worry for him.

But after his rant,
without missing a beat,
he bathes
and shaves his balls
and then (using the same blade)
shapes
his goddamn eyebrows.

He makes me
wish
That I were gay.

Or black.

I’d be able to
help him
then.

Or at the very least,
understand how hard
it is
to shave
big black balls.

—-

(* = Tevilah, a Jewish baptism/conversion ceremony).

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