Monday 25th May 2026

Uneven Sideburns

Empty time lent shape by the weekly rites

Of chiselling the stubble away.

I concentrate with a tilted head

Buried in books.

I don’t realise for days,

My sideburns on each cheek hang uneven

But does it matter if nobody even sees them?

Photograph by the author.

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