Beautician by Heather Moulson

Arts Richmond

Online - 10 June 2020

Beautician

Sleek in your crisp white coat

You’ve practically facialed my skin away

And arched my eyebrows to dizzying heights

Let alone the permanent mascara

And painted toenails filed down to oblivion 

My skin shiny from paraffin wax 

I’m running out of body parts

Next you’ll be cleansing my soul

I wonder what colour you’d paint it

With your rows of vibrant nail polishes

And, imparting a hefty tip, I’d finally feel cleansed.  

A treatment that actually worked and I’d

leave you, twenty years younger!  

by Heather Moulson