Curtal Sonnet
Praise be to gas station bathrooms
& halo of piss around ceramic tile.
Truth lies in our bowels & I, oracle,
roll up my sleeves, divine poems.
Do not touch your face with this poem,
wash with soap and water. Words are
disappointment, mirrorless walls
poems, bitter & fleeting, not quite right
all this naming as if we are God, but this bathroom
is God, the sink, halo of piss, me, poeming;
all of us God.
is God, the sink, halo of piss, me, poeming;
all of us God.
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