childlike expressions
make faces while you poop…
every single time.
in the breath of that moment…
in the tiled solitude of
your warshroom…
contort your face into
childlike expressions of
wonder and awe.
grimace loudly, without
making a sound…
till the splash hits
your bum.
then laugh… perhaps giggle…
and pray no one is
waiting by the door.
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