To the Boy in the Barber’s Poster

And I wonder how many men you’ve watched get a short back and sides, or a skin fade, or have a hot towel put on their face, or have that thing where they use puffs of flame to burn away rogue ear hairs. And you propped up on a dado rail or squeezed into a box with lots of other boys and taped face-first into a window. And you with your head angled weirdly, with your eyes looking at something beyond the camera. Who took you to get that photo? Did they charge anyone for the cut? Do you find yourself competing with the other boys on whose number is chosen, and a real boy sits in the chair asking for hair just like yours?