I didn’t notice…

You had been to the barber
but I didn’t notice
until later
seeing
your ear
perfectly
outlined,
your neck
shaved
bare
and vulnerable
as an infant

or a man
condemned
to the guillotine;

all the while
you sat
straight-backed
and smiling
ignoring
the hundred
severed shards
that slipped past
your collar
prickling

incessant
insistent
maddening
demanding relief;

crying
for the mercy
of release.

You sat
quietly
yearning
for freedom
imprisoned
in a hair shirt
but I didn’t notice.

Deborah Beach Giordano
August 19, 2017

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