one night,
while we were making out
on the couch
listening to al green
and marvin gaye.
me, struggling and frustrated
with complicated
small hooks
and buttons.
tiny zippers. completely
flabbergasted
without a flashlight.
it didn't take long before
she got up,
straightened out her clothes
and staggered to the bathroom.
be right back, she said.
hold that thought.
but she spent the next
few hours hugging
the porcelain
wheel with her legs splayed
out on the cold tile floor so
that i couldn't open
the door.
i knocked politely,
hello, excuse me,
are you alright
in there,
is everything okay?
to which she replied
with a grunt, then groan
and a splash, then
flush.
i'm okay, she said. i'm fine.
can you get me
a pillow?
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