Turdlet
Published: July 20, 2010
There’s a turdlet in my toilet bowl.
It startles me when I see it in the toilet bowl as I reach down to unzip my fly.
Small and round, it must have calved off a larger turd right after I took a dump this afternoon.
I can almost see it now, slowly making its way back up the sewer tubes, fighting the toilet water after I tried to flush it down, yearning for one last good bye.
And what do I do? How do I respond? I piss on it and flush it down again.
Such is life when you’re nothing but a smallish piece of shit.
Goodbye, turdlet. It was good seeing you again.
Not really.
23.
Emo Pants,
Come, my beautiful Aubrey,
The cross is on me again tonight




Eyes sparkling, filled with mirth and hidden secrets
The reflection in the mirror is a face I’ve never seen before.
