the one seat
that
should be
rock
steady
that
should be
on
the level
leans
sloppily
drunkenly
tilting
disoriented
its
aerated flush
unsymmetrical
a
lazy toilet
that
would toss you
as
readily
as
it would seat you
glared
up at me
and meeting
its glare
I
saw my reflection on its lace-white-backed water
its
fix of disdain
the
mouth and jaw set
wanting
to spit
a
lazy toilet propped up
not
in a Men's room
I
could appreciate the rationale
but
propped
up
in
a Unisex bathroom
with
a Babyminder cream-coloured plastic tray
at
my left hip
because
babies
to-day
are
too good
to
be changed on a tiled or carpeted floor
on
a blanket
in
public
reminding
us
with
their spread kicking legs
smeared
or
wetted
we
are never far
from
where we began
helpless
and
helpless
longer
than
any other species crawling swimming flying or burrowing
the
Planet
without
tools
we
are pathetic
we
are babes
who
try hard not to remember
where
we
came from
Babyminders
hidden
away
behind
Unisex doors
because
really
Who wants
to look at that?!
and
the still
reflective
water
lays
up
to
the left
a
lazy
toilet
I
cant trust
so
I
leave
and
yet
it
hasnt left me
1220, Saturday, 15 9. 12
