Fuzz buzz cut
perfect Sicilian
square slice
mounted from
under his nose
above his top lip
down the side
like a playground s
l
i
d
e
Swinging around
firm chin skin
identity confirmation
for me, the
ten year replica
except thinner
and less hairy
“daddy, don’t
you dare shave
again” puberty
deprived voice
box yells. Horror
of hot shaving
cream smothered
like kids using
color pastels,
on his prickly
jaw bone.
I needed
to feel
his garden
goatee
when he
kissed me
with warm
sweet
poppa-frita
love.
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