Don’t toilets glow in the middle of the night?
I know it’s really because they’re white,
but aren’t they such places of solitude?
I mean it—not simply being crude.
There’s a touch of the confessional
despite the lack of religious professional.
One can think
next to the sink
and sort things out
and shift their thoughts about,
without worrying about approvement.
It is a place of spiritual movement.
Some pour it out at the tomb.
My preference is the little room.
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