A Good Place

 

Step right in, take off your shoes

 

Have you met...no

 

Do you want to meet...sorry

 

Rude, just rude and arrogant 

 

I’m sorry 

 

But my fingers and toes can’t count

 

How many times they’ve retracted

 

The precursor to my fleeing

 

Bathrooms are my favorite

 

In case you wondered

 

Small lavender houses of introspection

 

My score for unquestioned privacy

 

Retreat says my mind

 

In face of an interrogation 

 

masked in niceties

 

the laughter, the energy

 

All consuming like a fire across the wire

 

Morse code to my heart

 

A quick tip tap towards my solitude

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The bathroom

 

Now that's my favorite