Toilet Rumor


What a strange bathroom I am going to
and a strange place to be going to the bathroom
and a strange girl in whose house I am urinating.

How did this happen?
How do these sorts of things happen?
How did I ever arrive upon
this creamy ceramic
spilling my gold
before I rejoin the lady
to whom I have inadvertently dedicated my evening?

This sort of scene
seems to happen
more and more often
when I go to that bar
on the corner of Seacrest and Pine.

The question I must ask, then, is:
do I want this sort of scene
to be repeated
or repudiated?

That’s will need an answer,
I suspect,
at the end of the evening
after I’ve escaped
this curious home
with the curious woman
and that can only happen
after exiting the bathroom.


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