Green Hills Literary Lantern

The Barber

 

 

   

i found the perfect barber in the city, quick with the scissors, kind with the blow dryer, every eight weeks he trimmed my hair for a miserly sixteen dollars. i enjoyed the simplicity of his old-country shop, the lack of fancy flower arrangements, the absence of farrah fawcett posters. one evening washing my hair in the basin, he begged for my help in a delicate private matter - he had a son who was nineteen years old and awfully shy with the opposite sex and unlearned in the ways of love and so perhaps an experienced woman like me could teach the boy a few things. i glanced in the mirror, examined my hair, eyebrows, earrings, looking for signs that could make the little greek barber think i was some kind of mrs. robinson or worse, goldie cocks. after that night i let other men in the city cut my hair, they were all terribly gay and had no virgin sons, and insisted on being called hair consultants and charged hundreds of dollars for a simple trim, and a complimentary frappuccino

 

Marina Rubin wrote three chapbooks of poetry Ode to Hotels in 2002, Once in 2004 and Logic in 2007, the third book in the trilogy completed before the age of 30. Currently she lives in New York City where she moonlights as a headhunter on Wall Street while writing her fourth book, a collection of flash fiction stories.