“When One Razor Disappears, Another Appears" by Marissa Glover
When One Razor Disappears, Another Appears
It started in winter, wanting to use the pressure washer
in the shower to clean stubborn grime from tile grout
before the weather got too cold for water tools,
even indoors. To prepare, we removed all the soaps
and bottles and rags. After, we forgot to put the razor
back on the window sill. How long until I’m no longer
what I was, until the hair grows noticeable, unacceptable?
It’s sweater season now so when I raise my hand
on Zoom, I think I’m safe. Nobody knows. But
the change is already palpable: I’ve started speaking
up in meetings, louder so they can hear me. I say no.
Look at me, talking back. Wild, like some kind of animal.
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