My body shoved me through the
bathroom door from girl to grown-up.
That leg hair had to disappear,
I was no shaggy dog.
I thought I’d have no trouble
with a shiny metal razor.
Of course I was a klutz and nicked
my legs in many places.
I watched red trickles hit the floor.
I thought I would bleed out.
Daddy heard me cry and placed
a tissue on each wound.
He showed me the technique to get
A bloodless, smooth close shave.
published in Sonnets to Sing
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