let me be still
on a monday morning
you
try to push me out
but
i’m not ready yet
I like this canal
or, cavity
it’s warm and not as wet
as where you want me to be
i’m a part of you
why do you wish to expel me?
to send me down
like Flushed Away
but i’m no Shane Ritchie
no,
i’m your garbage
from somewhere else in your body
with someone else in your body
i’m just a waste (of time)
give me a place (no grime)
of permanence
- poop, forever in motion