Frantic in the most frangible
state; I found it!
Crashed through the door,
pushed on the first stall…
damn, locked.
Pushed on the next…
god this hurts!
Squeezing so tight I
bent over and looked
under the next.
Cute shoes!
I give up! Yanked up
the skirt, dropped
the drawers.
Sitting with my
back to the mirror…
Ahhhhh…….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem