the hair cut

i tell the barber
to leave
a little on the top this time.
maybe part it on
the side.
I've got a job interview
tomorrow
and I've met someone
that really melts my butter.
the other barbers
chuckle
and shake their heads.
okay,
he says. you're the boss.
i'll leave some.
three minutes go by
and he swings the chair
around to the long mirrored
wall.
nice, i tell him. nice.
he splashes
some blue fragrant water
onto my cheeks
and brushes me down.
go get him handsome,
he says.
i'm ten years old all
over again.