It makes sense to me
that bathrooms here
and far have seen some of
the truest honesty any
single person can offer.

Here, I'm offered privacy
rarely found any place other
than a white throne of
solitude and forced self
reflection.

Maybe a sanctuary too,
but not like a church. A
place quiet to let a piece
break without someone to
intervene and ruin the
facade we're all trying
too hard...too long to hold on.

But today, I'll lean my heavy
thoughts on the grey box and
let blemishes slip to the floor.

If only I had a cushion.