Bathroom 03:47


A fellow writer dared me to write something “ugly.” This is the closest I would go. 



Cold white sober enamel

Scatters light, cleanly.


The glaring concaveness of the bowl

Is a reckless skate park half-pipe


Rising up, then down and up, then down,

Dashing its brains against the sides.


Cold white sober tiles

Under your palms, for a flush-hot face


To press shame into iron-like,

A flat and clean, mistaken resting place