I write a few more months
An angel drawn to the flame
the end of my life is calling
Angel mage from the Look Show
by Leigh Kony
ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT
Started the day with satisfying turn on our 19” high toilet
the tallest the plumber had ever seen checking in later
to see how we were making out and we’re both tall
our feet touch the floor. We’ve added a step stool
for that added squash. How to explain to hard-hearted
health professionals that many poops a day can be as normal
as the one poop a day recommended by my proctologist
who goes by a different name but today is not one of those
days when one delivery is all that’s needed. Many gifts
tall, short, fat, and slim none were shunned, even
those that turned out to be little more than a fart
but I don’t take those chances anymore my colon says
sit thee down sir, to let it rip, so much noise and the tiniest
matching turds I can hear the “so cute” chirping of the aide
de camp this morning. I speak no more of this mortification
All day and not a spot of diarrhea, say thanks to carrot cake,
porridge, fruit by hand and by knife and spoon sugar and cream
May my dreams be gentle and my guts empty enough
to stay off the pot until morning.
