The Park Bathroom
Amparo the crackhead
sat on the toilet
of the men’s bathroom
at the park like it was her throne.
The floors became mouse traps
with homeless urine and humidity.
I walked into her stall, with vanilla
cone in hand and innocence in the other.
She unzipped my pants
and left the stall, but took
my ice cream.
sat on the toilet
of the men’s bathroom
at the park like it was her throne.
The floors became mouse traps
with homeless urine and humidity.
I walked into her stall, with vanilla
cone in hand and innocence in the other.
She unzipped my pants
and left the stall, but took
my ice cream.