Maybe I’d
be a different person if
I had leg waxes instead of shaving.
Sitting in the bath of swirling hairs. strands of head
hair. leg hair. armpit hair. pubic hair. toe hair.
sitting in my own dirt , a bunch of sugar cane bath salt.
And it came to me. a tiny bit of inspiration that took off like a whirlpool. tornado.
whirlwind. like the hair that gets sucked down the plug hole into that pit of
darkness. I tried to repeat it, to remember. I am certain it will happen again.
A state of relaxation forcing a semi- lobotomy to happen in my brain. picking at
my nervous system, picking at certain memories, some unresolved issues.
So I asked myself, would I be a different person if I had regular leg waxes?
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