to tell
the mirror
that but
not this week
two weeks
gone
beard scissors
drawn
across my
cheek
dipped chin
down
finger thinned
round crown
longing
for length
acne shoulder
scarred
pectorals
triceps hard
I hardly
own my strength
am I large
enough?
trim that
stuff
bend knees
I do not
think I am a jail
pale
no cavities
“I love,”
you remember
it was this
early in September
September 4
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