The privacy of a bathroom stall and
And two roommates
A triple by any other name
so closely identifying with
the toothpaste **** in
the sink
its like a skin, you know
the grime
it keeps things warm
but the conclusion, forever missing
the ever elusive reason why
(akin to opening a door to an empty room)
is mysteriously absent
the room is empty and I can throw my head against the wall with abandon
sighing, of course
to the ever present accompaniment
of fallen beauty products on a
gross tile floor slick with intentions
the room is occupied and I lift my head from the wall with cautious precision
these walls are thin and I hear
the meaningless sounds of people going about their day
the trite sound of a dropping book
or a sweatshirt being unzipped
the room is empty again, and will be for a while, and the poster behind my shoulder curls in protest as I shift my shoulders to think better
Feb 5, 2012
Feb 5, 2012 at 12:14 PM UTC
The privacy of a bathroom stall and
And two roommates
A triple by any other name
so closely identifying with
the toothpaste **** in
the sink
its like a skin, you know
the grime
it keeps things warm
but the conclusion, forever missing
the ever elusive reason why
(akin to opening a door to an empty room)
is mysteriously absent
the room is empty and I can throw my head against the wall with abandon
sighing, of course
to the ever present accompaniment
of fallen beauty products on a
gross tile floor slick with intentions
the room is occupied and I lift my head from the wall with cautious precision
these walls are thin and I hear
the meaningless sounds of people going about their day
the trite sound of a dropping book
or a sweatshirt being unzipped
the room is empty again, and will be for a while, and the poster behind my shoulder curls in protest as I shift my shoulders to think better
