there are twenty-seven tiles on my bathroom floor.
i count them, one, two, three, four, oh!
i've counted them so many times now, i am growing bored with their mocking predictability.

i could lay some new tile,
but i'm thinking i'd rather count carpet fibers instead,
up close and personal,
with my face pressed hard to the floor
and your knees with burns that will keep you smiling all through the next day.