A trailblazer over brown hairs
a thin cut from
old razor legs
smooth out
by lotion
by rain
by running in the rain
by the dull pounds of my feet
by the treadmill
by how easily I take bait
by the way I miss the beach
and my sister, and my old bed
by the horrid sound of my alarm clock
always early and ready before I am
ready to let go of my pre morning thoughts
I don’t talk about signs
but they’re there
shit
another cut
I’m shaving like
a young buck ready for war
