Winter

Big smelly bowel movements this blue January morning. From the living room TV, a commercial from our TV company:We’re the fastest, the only — Meaning,Love us above all others. What makes poop more pungent on certain days? A question for science. From the living room TV: the powerful cite Law, bark Order— Meaning,Love us or else. Years ago, a teacher said never to use the word “poop” in a poem. Today, the icy kiss of the toilet seat wakes me up. Today, I poop while my boyfriend shouts from the living room,Did you hear that, meaning the atomic scientists who say we are now two & a half minutes to midnight. But still I marvel whenever poop comes out as one true Platonic tube. I am trying to be marvelous. & to make my enemies throw up. I mean, if you shower with soap & eat well, maintaining consistent gastrointestinal health, you should be ready for a rimjob or other forms of anal play. My boyfriend & I are not platonic. From the TV: a white supremacist cites Science, barks Two sides to every — I mean, up the throat, out the mouth: the fastest, the only way the powerful will let go of their shit. I mean, my boyfriend & I are not into scat but if you are I hope your beloved produces the most fragrant, citrusy shit. I mean, is “shit” more or less literary than “poop”? I mean, one winter night I got sick & pooped the bed. & he just got up with me. Helped strip the sheets, carry it all to the washer. I kept saying,I’m so sorry, shivering,I’m so, I’m sorry. But he said,What? Hey. I love you.