If you go to my bathroom,
don’t try to lock the door.
It doesn’t lock.
There is no lock
just some remaining splinters
where a lock used to be.

There was a moment
a few years back
with furry handcuffs
and uncomfortable doorknobs
and an angry incident that no locksmith could resolve.

The mirror might have been smashed at the same time
or it might been cracked later on
when a particularly ugly guest
stared at it a mite too long.

There is no toilet paper, either.
Just some wrinkled circulars
from now closed markets.

The tub has a slow drain that
ironically, can’t hold water very long.
The water is not hot
but is sometimes dirty.

Anyway, I just wanted to let you know
about the bathroom.
Just give you a warning
or two
or eight or –
oh?

You’ll hold it?
That could work too.
Yeah,
that might be for the best.