Christmas Day, 1959

By William Cass

There is a dead bug floating in the jar of Barbicide
Where my barber keeps his combs.
A pelican slams into the barbershop window and explodes
Into a cloud of meat and feathers.
I stare into the mirror in disbelief.
He has made me look like James Dean.

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