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Bald
Remember, remember that boy
who could not love you
because you were not pretty,
whose terrible honesty you’ve carried
for thirty years, the truth you mined from him
like some strange gemstone made of your
own desperation that you still wear
around your neck.
And now this boy, your boy, who carefully wields
the electric razor until, stroke by stroke,
your head is shaven, austere as a nun’s,
beauty or lack of it as irrelevant as it is to God. This is
about power. This is about mess. This is what you do
to claim some purchase on this absurd slide
down a hill of talus looking for meaning
or Jesus or some way to make sense.
The boy reminds you as he shifts
to a disposable razor and, surgically careful,
scrapes away the tiniest stubble, black and gray
as a prophet’s beard. Your choice, he says. My choice,
like forcing truth from another boy thirty years ago.
See, says my son. Look. It’s not so bad.
You can stand it. You already have.
Stand it some more.
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Laura Orem is a writer, artist, and educator. Currently a board member of the Baltimore Wisdom Project, a multi-faceted education program for inner city youth, she taught writing for many years at Goucher College. She is the author of two books of poetry, Castrata and Resurrection Biology. She lives in Palm Coast, Florida.
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Powerful. Thank you, Laura Orem.
Posted by: Jack Skelley | September 25, 2022 at 10:59 AM
Astonishing! I love this poem about what we carry in us (on a cellular level and a memory level) and what we we can bear and bear witness to.
Posted by: Denise Duhamel | September 25, 2022 at 11:00 AM
powerfully perfect poem
Posted by: lally | September 25, 2022 at 12:43 PM
Powerful poem. Thank you, Laura.
Posted by: Ann Bracken | September 25, 2022 at 12:51 PM
Fantastic poem! I love everything about it.
Posted by: diane | September 25, 2022 at 01:38 PM
Oh Laura Orem, I love every hair on your buoyant head-- a head so filled with golden language, humor, compassion, loyalty, originality--and a lot of genius. Your poetry tells each of us where we have been.
Posted by: Grace Cavalieri | September 25, 2022 at 01:49 PM
Moving and strong poem. I love it.
Posted by: Eileen | September 25, 2022 at 02:58 PM
I’m struck dumb. This amazing and sunning poem should comfort people everywhere. And allay some terrors.thank you.
Vl
Posted by: Clarinda | September 25, 2022 at 05:17 PM
I love this poem. It means more to me today than it did when I read it years ago. Thank you Terence.
Posted by: Stacey | September 25, 2022 at 06:25 PM
Stacey: Thanks for the comment.
Posted by: Terence Winch | September 25, 2022 at 07:53 PM
Powerful, meaningful poem with an unforgettable ending. Thank you, Laura Orem. Thank you, Terence.
Posted by: Emily Fragos | September 25, 2022 at 08:15 PM
Emily: Thanks for the comment.
Posted by: Terence Winch | September 25, 2022 at 08:36 PM
Thank you, Laura Orem. Last thing I read before sleep tonight, and I'll carry it.
Posted by: Gerald Fleming | September 26, 2022 at 02:56 AM
Thank you all for your generous and kind comments!
Posted by: Laura Orem | September 26, 2022 at 09:26 AM
"Pretty" is to beauty as certainty is to wisdom. You're beautiful, Laura.
Posted by: jim c | September 27, 2022 at 02:21 AM