In the Bathroom - Yowler

Alone in the bathroom, filled with love

For fluorescent lights and the dull edges of a knife

To be so full and surrounded by breathing bodies

But only holding one’s mind

Having one mind

And it’s not offering anything, no help of any kind

Sliding doors signal something:

The end of a Song;

the end of outpouring

And into the smile for forever

Don’t put your hand in my vision

I cannot bear the weight

And I am in the bathroom and I

Am already done for for the next few days