Learning to Shave

Learning to Shave

A Poem by Ryan "rat" Travis
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a new piece I just wrote

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When I was a kid

I wanted to shave

because shaving meant that you were an adult

I can remember watching my dad shave

and imitating what he was doing

but never fully understanding the concept of the blade

 

As I got older

and entering my teens

I had friends that were shaving already

some were getting a five o’clock shadow

others had full beards

I didn’t even have a whisker

I had my mom buy me some razors

regardless of the fact

that I not only

didn’t have any facial hair

but I didn’t know how to shave

 

My father couldn’t teach me

my parents were long since divorced

and being a child and not understanding the situation

I blamed the whole thing on him

so my mom tried to teach me

but I really had to teach myself

 

I pulled the stopped on the sink to fill it up with hot water

and took the shaving cream can

filling my hand with too much cream

I smeared it all over my face

then stuck my hands in the sink to wash them off

I picked up the thin bic razor

removed the orange piece that covered the blade

I looked at the razor and how the blade gleamed in the light

for some stupid reason I ran my thumb along the blade

to see how sharp it was

it was sharp as hell and I cut my finger open

blood dripping into the sudsy water

I cursed myself for being so stupid

 

I took the razor and brought it to my cheek

and carefully started shaving

Things were going pretty well

until I started shaving my chin

I nicked myself

the shaving cream turning red

I took my time

and finished without anymore nicks

I hated shaving

It was terrifying

I didn’t want to cut myself anymore

but I wanted to look more manly

so I knew I was stuck having to shave

 

My mom bought me a styptic pencil

for my future nicks

that hurt worse than the actual cut

but the cuts stopped bleeding

 

As years went on

I got less nicks

now I don’t get them at all

I wonder if it’s some sort of new technology

but it seems the manufactures keep adding blades

and you’d think you’d get more nicks

but I can’t even remember the last time I nicked myself

 

My facial hair came in slow

these days I can grow a halfway decent moustache

and a pretty good goatee

my 5 o’clock shadow

sometimes comes at 3 or 4

now I hate shaving for a different reason

cause it’s a hassle

it seems like sometimes

no matter what I do

I can’t get rid of all the hair

maybe it’s cause I use cheap blades

 

I will say that if I knew

that the more you shave

the more the hair grows in and the thicker it is

back when I first wanted to shave

I probably wouldn’t have done it

cause shaving every day

is a giant pain in the a*s

 

 

© 2008 Ryan "rat" Travis


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Ryan "rat" Travis
Ryan "rat" Travis

Salem, MA



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Ryan is an accomplished poet, in 14 years hes performed all over New England, as well as New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania and Kentucky. Published in many magazines and online publications, Ryan's po.. more..

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