Chimpy wields the cutthroat razor with an easy grace,
shaving his chin and throat in slow strokes,
working the blade across soft skin.
He stops to slice a banana
into golden medallions.
The radio plays Vivaldi
and the midnight world outside the barber shop
is black as the afterlife.
The mirror throws back a defiant glare.
With every move, he grows smaller.
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