5 o’clock

Oct 27

the constant regrowth that my body thinks is a necessity

it makes my body less and less real

the stubble of a dry face that never ceases to annoy

it forces a reminder that I am not who I say I am

the mask scratching against my bristled skin

shows me that mind is in fact not over matter

i’ve exhausted every method

of proving my realness

by stripping myself of everything that makes me a man

it keeps growing back

even as the hot wax prises my skin

and the glass stares back at me relieved

tomorrow, my face will once again be thorned

and I will once again abhor my body

for doing what it promised it couldn’t

every method oh all but few

have been tried and tried again against my tried and tired suit

there are more tries to occur

but much like removing weight from a ship

hope is being rapidly removed from my 21 grams

which might be more like 18 by now

i could spend my little time wondering if this is some sort of punishment

or I could simply fix the problem

or I could understand that solutions are futile

or I could muster hope

hope that it will not grow back

please stop growing back

as the herbs slowly wear off

i reassure myself

at least I have an appointment

Sage Aucremann

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