A Prayer Before Shaving

You might just consider it, one,
when your close mirrored face
is red-line-y about the eyes
And Tuesday morning just cracked
open hard like a can shook.

Things are happening below
the nose, that, when last night
filled up with assholes and doffed
corks and mislaid complements,
may have seemed immaterial

but we know that that isn’t true.

Steam clouds the bathroom.
Sits slick on still chilly tiles
as two wooden hands creep
up to do the deed you always regret.