BTT #66: Micturition

 

 

Micturition

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There was that time

After support group

I had to stop at

Target and I was

Dressed feminine but

I wasn’t out and was

Just starting to look a

Little bit like a girl

And I felt good I

Had the courage to

Be out at the store

But then I had to

Pee and it was like

Not something that could

Wait but I had to primp

And cross and flinch

And I was terrified

So I went back to

The family restroom

By the pharmacy and

It was locked and I asked

The guy at the counter

Who looked up absently

But it was not his

Deal and I had to find

The night manager all

The long way up at

The front who said

They had lost the key

So I asked if I

Would get arrested if I

Used the ladie’s room

And he looked at me blankly

And said I could use

Whichever and thank God

Because I barely made

It and it was such

A sweet relief even though

The place was just stark and

White and bare and

Smelled disappointingly just

Like every men’s room I

Had ever pissed in so

At least though

There was that time

When my friend was

At the other big

Box store down the

Road and she had

To go and her

Shoulders are more

Broad and she has less

Hair and she is taller

But she has a gorgeous

Rack and a take no

Prisoners smile and

Attitude but she was

Stopped by some big

Hairy-leg in a yellow vest

From going where she needed

To go and it all just

Flowed down her leg

And wet her dress and the

Piss and her

Tears formed a large

Puddle on the floor

And she just pushed out

Of that place and wrote

A letter full of just

Wanting to burn them

To the ground about

That flood and they

Apologized but with

Some attenuated circumspection

But at least

There was that time

All this week

Our whole valley is

Flooding and some

Can’t even get to work

Let alone piss comfortably

And Bjorn says

There is no snow

In freaking Sweden

This winter and

Still I have to

Drive and shop and

Consume warmly like

Everyone else here

In my inland

Home so the beach

Might be closer

Even though it

Would be a nightmare

Of all those places

And dreams covered

In puddles but none

Of us feel urgency

But at least we

Might Remember

Giving a damn once

So at least

There was that time.

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-Lona Gynt,  February 2020

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This is written in response to Amaya’s prompt at dVerse “Meeting the Bar: Death Sentence.”  the prompt has four rules.

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1.  It has to be one sentence, even if it is a long run-on sentence
2. The poem must explore the theme of ‘the end of civilization as we know it.’
3. the story must tell of an odd or embarrassing incident, either heard about, witnessed, or autobiographical.
4. The poem must be improvised.  ie: written in one setting and not edited.  I wrote this poem in 7 minutes and is unchanged except for spelling.

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Here is the link to Amaya’s prompt:

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MTB: The Death Sentence

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Amaya’s prompt was itself inspired by Michael Simm’s  post on “Vox Populi” where he gave ten poems, all written within the parameters outlined above in less than an hour.  It is phenomenal.  Thank you Amaya for showing us this.  Here is the post to Simm’s poems.

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Michael Simms: The end of civilization as we know it

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All rights for text and pictures on this post to Lona Gynt, February 2020