A break in the middle of the day:
the chair yanked away from the desk
to sit in the bathroom above the drain
in the textured linoleum floor.
The razor hums and rattles faintly
in my hands as I ask for reassurances,
admit that I've never trimmed a beard.
But I slice through hairs, letting them fall,
as the pattern begins to take shape
and I have to stop because laughter
makes my hands jerk and shake.
Later, when the designs have been cut
clean, we look at the photographs
and start laughing all over again.
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