I shave and I shave.
I cut the hair down just like how dad taught me.
I shave as though one day,
one day I will shave down to the bone
and leave my wounds raw.
I clear my body of hair like
how I wish I could clear it of skin,
of face;
of emotion;
of past,
present,
future.
I just want to burn my flesh in a fire,
and finally leave it clean.