Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

Beautician Stops Combing

The beautician frowns in the mirror.
She stops combing.
I think she has found a tick.
I get them frequently. I live in the country.

Why would you have paint in your hair? She asks me.
I am a painter, I tell her.
She gives me a look I have not seen since my mother died.
I have to laugh.

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L Milton Hankins July 18, 2022 at 12:57 PM You must have a new beautician. Or, you don't tell your beautifician what you do for fun, relaxation, and rejuvenation. L Milton Hankins July 18, 2022 at 5:14 PM True. Counsellors are always good listeners. That's their stock in trade, right? Caren Krutsinger July 18, 2022 at 2:52 PM I usually act like a bartender to them, listening with my heart as they talk.

Ilene Bauer July 18, 2022 at 12:49 PM Made me laugh as well! Caren Krutsinger July 18, 2022 at 2:52 PM I am glad Ilene I really am.