I refused the razor today,
neglecting a shave
so I might remind myself
I am a man.
The stubble masculinity
proceeds me, announcing
my roughness and
willingness to tumble;
I'll fight and nibble
the grit and gristle there,
in my near-beard.
And as its witness,
you will recognize
the beard's wisdom,
its grizzly bear gruff
and guttural, hungry growls,
grilling themselves solid
in the grind.
The manly freedom shards,
hanging from my face
as I age and grow,
into the smoothed
skin of youth.
I refused the razor today,
neglecting a shave
so I might remind myself
I am a man.
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