A Poem of Sorts
Written at work (they always are)
Work Bathrooms
Automatic sensors you baffle me
Flushing while I’m still sitting
How could you miss me?
Yet refusing to give me water
Needed to wash my soapy hands
At least the hot air dryer gives love
In little gusts of warmth
About kmarrs
I was diagnosed with BPD in my mid 20's and have been writing about it ever since with the goal to educate, inform, and sometimes entertain. Depends on the day and topic.
July 30, 2010 @ 2:52 AM
Saturday, July 31st 2010 at 1:07 AM |
I like this one.