Quiet time is
sitting in my toilet
haunches flattened out against
white sticky yellow concrete
on a Friday night, 8 pm
buckets – red buckets with white or grey handles
it doesn’t matter
staring at the still water
deceptively still
soap bubbles lie in wait like
frogs, silent, calm, undisturbed
immeasurably
silent until the fuckin’ pressure intensifies in one swift moment and
explodes.
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