Some bog pieces are sharp
and some pieces
are very sharp. Sib’s got
her hands in her ex-toilet
and the water is freezing,
nearly frozen, and
there are bits of white
Andrex, little rolled bits,
amongst the sharp bits
of the broken porcelain.
She’s picking out the bits,
piling them on the frame
of the toilet. She just
walked out of the bathroom,
shut the door,
and the tank fell off,
smashed in the toilet.
The water is so cold
that she has to stop and dry
her hands on an oldblue towel.
Sibs checks her hands
for blood or splinters,
hold them up to the light
and look at them, closely.
Buqqer this, where’s the Builder
when you need him, plumbing
tools and porcelain bowl ready
Sibs reaches for her wine bottle.
It’s to be a “Fed Up” poopy weekend
Using the garden “lavatory.”