I pissed in a place
that smelled like
cigarette smoke
and somehow my
memory
slipped
towards you.
I think about
what I've flushed
away.
the time filled with
heated hate
red faced rage
of piss poor self perception
my endless deprecation
and the spaces
you filled
for me
when I
lacked a glass
to satisfy.
my smokey
conscious
curls a
kiss of grace
towards your corner
where I can
crawl to overcome
the cruel
attic of
unintention.
my intervention,
you ventured
sure footed
through these
gluey forests
for us
and for me.
these are the things
I think about while
I pee.
