This seems a good a time as any to tell you how much I appreciate that you share your poems so we all can read them without having to go to a library (not that that's a bad thing), spending money or having them filtered by professional worriers.
No kidding! And yes, I use all body parts to get out of the bathroom without touching the door knob. It appears that the solution would be a wave-motion activated door, like in Star Trek! : )
would cleaning help it anyway? I think it'd need more...
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how this rage for "cleanliness" isolates us from the real world -- it is a suit of armor made of condoms ...
ReplyDeleteBrilliant, Hannah. Love the power packed in this tiny poem! :)
ReplyDeleteThis seems a good a time as any to tell you how much I appreciate that you share your poems so we all can read them without having to go to a library (not that that's a bad thing), spending money or having them filtered by professional worriers.
ReplyDeleteThe paradox so wonderfully captured.
ReplyDeleteI like the artist.
No kidding! And yes, I use all body parts to get out of the bathroom without touching the door knob. It appears that the solution would be a wave-motion activated door, like in Star Trek! : )
ReplyDeleteI feel this way whenever I'm the city using toilets in funky cafes, always using the damp towel to open the door before tossing it in the trash.
ReplyDeleteBathroom chapbook building?!
ReplyDeletebest just to jump in and blow the doors right off the bathrooms:)
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