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Beard Weaned 


Many years ago

I unsubscribed to facial hair

and found my lips

protruding from my face


the relation to my inner life was not found there


I had a thick presence

then, you could find me at mercy anonymous

or simply aroused


I felt my chin under the hair

took to yanking my beard back along the face line

trying to remember what my father looked like


or my creepy uncle who covered a large mole

with his beard

the beard is face default


not a season of crops

but ground swollen with ice

tromp, swill and sweaty summer

scratching


sometimes I’d braid my beard

or eel out my tongue from its face nest

pizza grease and kisses


now nothing

just acres of flesh mounding

upon itself


some black seeds unfurling




Jay Snodgrass