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Accidents

 The barber has accidentally taken off an ear.
It lies like something newborn on the floor in a nest of hair.
Oops, says the barber, but it musn't've been a very good ear, it came off with very little complaint.
It wasn't, says the customer, it was always overly waxed.
I tried putting a wick in it to burn out the wax, thus to find my way to music.
But lighting it I put my whole head on fire.
It even spread to my groin and underarms and to a nearby forest.
I felt like a saint.
Someone thought I was a genius.
That's comforting, says the barber, still, I can't send you home with only one ear.
I'll have to remove the other one.
But don't worry, it'll be an accident.
Symmetry demands it.
But make sure it's an accident, I don't want you cutting me up on purpose.
Maybe I'll just slit your throat.
But it has to be an accident .
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by Russell Edson
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