If I had a beard
What would it say?
What would it say?
Come close, my dear?
Go far away?
If I had a beard
What would it want
In the night?
In the dark?
How would it relate
To a lesser expression
Of my true self
The hair on my head?
On my chest?
In my ass?
In my nose?
My ears?
And under my arms?
When I die
Will the mortician care
To understand my feelings there
To wash and crop, perhaps perfume
The best of me, my salient plumes?
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