Fall 2009 / Issues / Poetry 2009 / Volume 40

The Precision Haircut — Andrea Bates

He tells his barber to cut his hair like Steve McQueen: A little off the top, longer on the sides. It’s been one close shave after another —the jungles of Nicaragua and a scar the length of his forearm. Some Sandinista machete, he said, but the USMC medic stitched him. Then the six incher vertical … Continue reading