Wayne’s College of Beauty

— David Swanger

I know what wages beauty gives

We have dropped out of the other schools
to enroll here where no one fails; everything
is fixed, fluffed, teased into its temporary best
at cut-rate prices because we are all novices
in the art of making beauty, learning that beauty
is not so hard. Beauty is not so hard to learn,

because it is not chemicals or varieties of fashion.
Our scissors and combs, our libraries of lotions,
our bright mirrors assure the timorous or imperious
elderly they have come at last to the right place.
Wayne’s is not the Heartbreak Hotel, and when they
leave beautiful, it is because they are briefly unlonely.

We have said, “How are you?” “How would you
like your hair?” and we have touched them not cruelly,
and with more than our hands. When it is over
we swivel their chairs so they can see themselves
carefully from several angles while we hover silent
just above their doubts, a calculation that provides
two faces in the mirror, our smiling at both of us.

One thought on “Wayne’s College of Beauty

  1. In a way, everyone in this poem generates their own internal beauty. The stylists become beautiful by the kindness of creating a feeling of beauty for others. The styled generate become beautiful in their happy glow. And the poet (lets not forget the poet) by letting the poem transform his own view, and ultimately ours.

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