Pencil Shavings: Baldness

… And the Red Sea parted.
[Kevin Hong, Needham, MA]

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I had shaved off half my hair when Mom walked in; she unplugged the razor.
[Laura Wanamaker, Chatham, MA]

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Bridgette had not expected such monsters—living machines with steaming breath and clacking teeth that would tear a girl’s hair from her bent head if she leaned too close.
[Gabriella Fee, Lincoln, MA]

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His sails taut, the eagle tacks through pulsing clouds; see his curved figurehead, his gnashing maiden, see her swoon!
[Gabriella Fee, Lincoln, MA]

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I am a woman, I am bald; I don’t have cancer.
[Evangeline Delgado, Jackson Hole, WY]

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God was angry that men weren’t wearing their yarmulkes.
[Ursula Chodosh, Boston, MA]

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One day it became “in” to be bald; people wore toupees of stretchy plastic flesh.
[Ursula Chodosh, Boston, MA]

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She loved the hills in winter, their tops covered with white, but in spring the snow receded, leaving  sparse sprigs.
[Cleo Kahane, Cape May, NJ]

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