MITHILESH BARBER
An entertainer brandishing a pair
of scissors, spinning it around his thumb.
With just a touch, his calloused fingers numb
my scalp of every job-imposed despair.
No chanteuse nor musician has this flair
of slow-injecting rest in me; no pill
can ease my beaten ligaments or still
the deafening cymbals in the brain. The hair
above my ears is snipped to perfect arcs—
a skilled geometrician! Through a list
of Rafi's hits, he dulls the great barrage
of outside noise—complaining horns, loud barks—
then, with a smile, enquires, "A head massage?"
and puts me in a trance I can't resist.
Shamik Banerjee resides in Assam with his parents. Some of his recent works will appear in York Literary Review, Willow Review, Thimble Lit and Modern Reformation — to name a few.
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