Sometimes, you gotta just sit
on the bathroom floor for a while.
Because,
that’s where you got ready for
sleepovers with the popular girls,
tattooed your finger when you were 15,
started to give up on the world,
and started to believe in it again.
Bumpy tiles beneath you,
leaving red imprints on your upper thighs,
they saw your manic impulses
and sluggish lows,
they saw your meltdowns
before dance class,
and moments of privatized shame
after knocking over a vase
at your own house party.
The walls have changed over the years,
the floors have been
tile and ceramic and hardwood,
but a bathroom is a bathroom -
your own personal echo chamber,
or a makeshift confessional,
whatever you may need.
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 4:10 PM UTC
Sometimes, you gotta just sit
on the bathroom floor for a while.
Because,
that’s where you got ready for
sleepovers with the popular girls,
tattooed your finger when you were 15,
started to give up on the world,
and started to believe in it again.
Bumpy tiles beneath you,
leaving red imprints on your upper thighs,
they saw your manic impulses
and sluggish lows,
they saw your meltdowns
before dance class,
and moments of privatized shame
after knocking over a vase
at your own house party.
The walls have changed over the years,
the floors have been
tile and ceramic and hardwood,
but a bathroom is a bathroom -
your own personal echo chamber,
or a makeshift confessional,
whatever you may need.
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