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Pas De Deux

by Barrett Warner


    Hello bath. Hello razor. Old Friends.
    How many layers of dead skin
    have we scraped away
    all these years?
    I used to be afraid of blood
    until I saw it on my face every day,
    driving to work with tissues
    all over my head.
    I looked like a geranium.
    Some things you can never get right,
    like holding a woman and telling her
    just because you can't dance
    doesn't mean you don't like the ballet.

 

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