would snip and snip
as i sat
in the enormous leather
chair.
just a boy.
he always had
an Italian hoagie
full of deli
meats and dripping
oil onto the counter.
i could smell
the garlic
and onions on his breath.
i can still
see his thick
dark hands
as he moved the scissors
and comb
about my head.
singing a song i didn't
understand.
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