September #14

bathrooms -
how like cells they are
doors locked
each girl sitting head down
hands clasped
legs thrown slut-careless
stifling untoward sounds
for fear of publicity.
we are abu-styled,
row of all the same,
humiliated.
oh
how we hide in bathrooms!
how we inspect,
and cower,
and embarrass.
we choose them
for cleanliness or convenience,
but we shit in them all just the same.