Laser Hair Removal, Appt. #9
It is a strange technology that leaves me
under the burning Light, a white woman standing over
me, the laser in her hand.
I have come to remake my face
bow down to science and become hairless.
I am here for the new medicine.
I have forsaken the facial bleach
and wax. In this modern age, I sit
in her chair. She, a faux-doctor,
with her-almost scalpel
ready to laser my face naked, transform me
sharp and angular in the Light.
My face, a weapon or a modern miracle
or a crisp progress, the kind we can all aspire
to. See beautiful or civilized.
I offer my cheek to the Light
and this white woman does her job.
She yammers on about something stupid
really. See my face in her hands. My face
under the Light. Her hands are the Light.
Her hands touch my face as her stupid
mouth keeps running. Burns
each hair at the follicle.
She tells me about the beautiful
Indian man she met recently.
he was so attractive i never
would have guessed he was indian
i thought he must have been south
american so sexy so exotic
Exotic burns against my cheek.
south indian fair and lovely ugly
jungle woman mustache wax nair
veet ugly jolen’s bleach
sally hansen ugly ugly ugly
She strips all this savagery from my face
and I accept it, grind it
deep into my heart. I glint.
her soft hands, godless tools.
I blink, newly radiant under the Light.
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Arati Warrier has been on five slam teams, featured on final stage at Women of the World Poetry Slam 2014, and was a member of the UT Austin winning team at the 2014 national collegiate poetry slam. Her work has been published by the Academy of American Poets and Junoesq Magazine. She currently works as a part time vegetable enthusiast and a full time high school English teacher.