The Best Storage Spot

The scissors had long since
been replaced, but I had to wrap
a towel around his neck when
I cut his hair. Surely
he had wandered off with
my box of haircutting supplies;
some long lost girlfriend
cut his hair, the box now
long forgotten, covered in dust
in the corner of her apartment.
only hitch with the argument;
he always wanted me to cut his hair,
no matter how miserable the result.
I must have stored it somewhere safe,
like we all do when we want
to make sure we don’t lose something.
No better place than in an
old suitcase, stored in the
back of the closet, safe from any
thief who might have their
eyes out for a box full of
haircutting supplies