big morning

If technology were ever a separate thing from

these things our bodies do

it would be disproven by that lump,

bubbled in the upwards anus of

the space where the toilet

connects to the floor,

where my landlord called me to look,

seemingly just to take in the visual with him.

mumbled something about hydration, looking down,

just a foot past where nutrient becomes public property,

stops serving our body and gets whisked away.

Today I saw it all in our bathroom upstairs:

constipation in our mechanical mirror,

all systems are fragile, they get stopped up.

Silly is not the opposite of serious.

and I'm serious, houseguest, that was gross.

This only complicates the feeling of

the time we stayed up all night talking about race and god, and

the night you kept telling me that I was a genius.

I love good hearts ands strange people, and

there is no plain evidence that this was you, but

what the fuck did you do to our plunger

and how did our toilet get so FULL?