when i lifted the toilet seat

and saw his piss in there,

i squatted over the seat

and joined our urine.

like freud's mosquito,

that toilet became

the vessel that held "us"

and put our insides together

without connecting our bodies.

i wiped up.

the toilet paper had blood

and left over cum on it.

i smelled it.

i needed a cigarette.

i threw it into our fluids,

and flushed us away to the sewer.

2003-08-09, 9:45 p.m.
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