Winter

Walking slowly on a winter morning

Up

The hill, a morning breeze hitting my face

Bits and pieces of last night’s
adventure

a condom wrap in front of the pharmacy

a smashed beer bottle

a discarded shoe

one pair missing

a sad cinderella

 

a porcelain chamber

caught by the sun

caught my eyes

a porcelain throne..

without a king to

sit on

in a deserted parking lot

white

on

black

 

A pause on my end

ponder and think

the tales this toilet

could tell and flush

to us

the public

the people

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