one of many children

I was shaving this morning with a bar of Irish Spring soap and a Publix's generic blue razor. I nicked the bulge of an ingrown hair on my jaw. I am made to think of rinoceros horns forming from hair. I also think of the horns of Moses that Michelangelo sculpted. Much like Moses and his horns of glory and wisdom so too my jaw horn formed beneath greasy fingers that steady my intently gazing skull. Gazing into the lcd light of the interwebs reading about the order of things.