Frantic in the most frangible
state; I found it!
Crashed through the door,
pushed on the first stall…
damn, locked.
Pushed on the next…
god this hurts!
Squeezing so tight I
bent over and looked
under the next.
Cute shoes!
I give up! Yanked up
the skirt, dropped
the drawers.
Sitting with my
back to the mirror…
Ahhhhh…….


That's why you go to the bathroom before you leave. 
A bronze well-earned.





. Great poem.
~Pt
















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