Whenever I shave my face these days

I wish my razor was a sculptor’s rasp —

smoothing deep lines in my forehead

removing excess skin from my jaw

exposing my lines from 1999

with an expert flick of the blade.


Then I’d spray paint my hair


and walk around like I was immortal,

until tomorrow’s shave.



Growing Up Strange
a dream of belize

Jim Mitchem

Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. @jmitchem on twitter. First novel, Minor King, out now.