Poetry

Hair removal

Do you remember
a dog bit your face
your mother denies nothing

I do not wish to bring this up
only you talk as though
perhaps you know

lines beyond these down hairs
in our moustache areas
christ
is it really our fault
we have breasts
  we wake up wishing to be pregnant so we
might complain at sickness

and is it really normal
  pink smeared on smile
ripped off, that
our mouths recover from all things

Beth Davyson