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Feb 2014
There is a woman
In my bathroom trashcan,
Peeking one darkly-lined eye
Out from behind
An empty roll of toilet paper.
She watches me
As I sit on the toilet,
Perhaps wondering what
I'm doing,
Perhaps judging.
Probably both.
This sort of revolting action
Does not exist
In her world.
I am real
And imperfect.

She is paper.
Written by
Sydney Rae Davis  Bowling Green, KY
(Bowling Green, KY)   
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