the bathroom door will not have a lock
I am right so I
sweat coldly narrow
knees touch tile
spread them and watch
wet circles breathe
droplets of me bead
I race them to distract
the din in the bar is maddening I
wish to be among it I
in any stool or booth
with her to listen to the saga of
my outstretched leg
keeps me stops
any one
coming in
