Poem: April 18, 2019

Stream of Consciousness

What a nuisance it is
to have to pee. It always
seems to present itself
as an urgent need just
as I am sitting down
to accomplish serious
things, or when I'm
trying to focus enough
to find something hidden
among other things, like
when I'm wandering
the stacks in a bookstore
or library. And there
is no use to put it off,
so we head to the
indignity of urinals
or stalls, or in the woods,
the trees, to empty the
water or coffee or tea
that we consumed
what seems like just
minutes ago and to
experience the beastial
release of our bladder,
the interruption and
relief- too mundane
to be celebrated and
too toxic to be missed.
And yet, let's admit to
a tickle of pleasure with
every healthy piss.