Imelda Ortega Suzara

(March 1,1965 / Manila, Philippines)

The Razor


'It's so strange...I am missing my razor!
Have you seen it around our house by chance? '
'Missing? Where did you leave it? ' Her lip sore
Was bleeding. 'Why do you have this? ' His glance
Disturbed her. 'My wound? I popped a pimple.'
'I leave it in a glass near a mirror.'
'Is it like a toothbrush? ' Her one dimple
Caught his eye. 'Don't be cute! ' Filled with terror,
She confessed. 'Do not get angry! I borrowed
It.' 'Where is it? What did you use it for? '
'My mustache.' She frowned, feeling both sorrowed
And annoyed. 'Why did you not tell before
Marriage? ' 'Because women who are hirsute
Would be ridiculed in courtship's pursuit! '

Submitted: Friday, June 14, 2013
Edited: Friday, June 14, 2013
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Note: a couple argue about a 'shared' razor; another telepathetic collaboration

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  • Gajanan Mishra (6/14/2013 7:11:00 AM)

    very good poem, I like it, I enjoyed it. thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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