a place to write
when you are sharing a hotel room
and you have a roommate, and you are up at four a.m.
where do you go to write?
I was afraid if I climbed into the bottom of the bathtub
I might never be able to get out, so I sat on the toilet seat
It was popping and cracking every time I moved
I was horrified.
It sounded like I was popping corn in here!
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