i learned about shaving from seventeen magazine and the internet. lather,

sweep with the grain, rinse

down the drain. warmth opens up

the pores, it makes

skin more willing to give up its

cover. i*ve found that people are

like pores. i discovered hair everywhere on

my body, and i tried to read it like a

map. my kneecaps

became mountains, my thighs 

stretches of interstate wandering towards

some hushed oasis or another. this

was learning myself in sections, finding

home in skin rich enough

to grow hair like wildflowers.