this never happened/bathroom things
making myself cum on your toilet seat.
outside a car blew by singing an eagles guitar solo.
wind into white curtains that had probably hanged there since the nineteen fifties.
a blue light; a little bit cold; an unsteady lock on the doorknob.
however i rarely get caught at such things.
using the soap in the library bathroom.
that foreign scent sticks to the hands,
washing my hair in my shower.
i had to stretch back to get my head under the nozzle.
if you do something every day, you can learn to
way it makes you feel.
later i was