father clipped my hair
with a sheet
around my
neck,
i knew that he didn't
know what he
was doing.
the scissors, the comb,
the electric
clipper
moving around my
head, like
it was wild brush,
or hedges.
i could see in his eyes
that he
was clueless, despite
his smile.
my tears at the end
when i looked
into the mirror
seemed to disappoint him.
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