Monday, January 22, 2018

day THREE HUNDRED and SIXTY EIGHT



nobody wants this stink

forced down the throat
of a toilet bowl
yesterday
my morning shit
was peachy orange
not a bright peach    
not a bright orange    
a burnt color smeared on paper
the porcelain refused
to swallow it voluntarily
i felt guilty
walking back into the room
with a plunger
in my hand
like i worked for
fox news

--Victor Clevenger

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