Not Russian It

It takes 6 and a half minutes of vapid attention to scrape my big melon clean. This hair-cut takes 45. And I am told: what’s what what should be what is lamentably not so. He is fearless. No doubt, no hint of uncertainty surfaces in this time. At points I wonder: I am leaving this chair with my ears attached? How close is that blade to my throat? It’s Valentine’s Day. What’s it mean? You decide.