
In Conversation with Katie, in a
restaurant in Portland, Oregon
A hair is a hair.
Even if it’s pubic.
And Portland has a large
trans community.
I have a special 3000 dollar
chair. With stirrups.
It’s easier for them and I don’t
have to bend down so far.
Isn’t it painful? Hair from
down there, with a needle?
No, we anesthetize them.
But is it really necessary?
Yes. If you shave them
they grow back.
I don’t know if they would
bother in England.
They do.
Well, I do have a few,
on my chin.
Get in touch with Sterex, U.K.
Tell them Katie
recommended you.
You commend my
beautiful accent
and we hug goodbye.
Alex
Corrin-Tachibana
If you have any thoughts on this poem, Alex Corrin-Tachebana
would be pleased to hear them.
