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I remember the razor my uncle gave mefor 8th-grade graduation—Remington Electric,water-resistant. A favor, maybe. My father
dead but rising from the space betweenmy lips and nose. Stubble then. Still,I’d scratch at him with charged metallic
as if he’d disappear. All I did was pushhim deeper. Now he’s so ingrownI tweeze him out. Post-shower,