i’ve got to quit buying those bics.
the dirt cheap, pastel, single blade brand
that never cost much more than a dollar.
the bargain seems to make sense
with my hillbilly budget and all,
but i been cutting myself
to scarlet ribbons,
leaving bright red blood streaks
trailing down the pale curve of my calf.
knicking big hunks out of both knees.
and i just got around to liking my legs!
there’s no sense in it, saving a buck
and ending up with razor burn
and sacrificing silk skin
on account of burlap sensibilities.