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.

July #13

I have been hiding all weekend from a mountainous pile of assignments and finals,
one that looms before me as I cower in dread. And today
today this day of rest that is today,
it is time to roll up my sleeves, shake my head, and get down
to work.
Honest work, successful work, work that makes me feel smart,
prepared, honest work that might get me a job someday.
Time to face the music
so that I can interrelate everything
and get a life.