please understand, I never had a secret chart
Seriously. I used to hide in bathrooms while I was in college. It was hard being one of the very few students who didn't live on campus. And being socially incompetent. After the day I've had, this was the perfect poem to pull from the trove. (& yes, I realise the title is missing accents & most likely doesn't agree either.)
Le Petit Chateau des Reves
The bathroom stall is clean,
I think.
Four blank walls hem me in -
a steely green and pale, hard cream,
a functional, efficient, minimal cell.
But oh, the blessing of silence,
of not-watched-ness!
To run to the cocoon of a
four-walled, tiled embrace.
In here, no one will acknowledge
or speak to you
(such a breach of restroom etiquette
would not be tolerated).
Such ignorance is faceless, quiet,
no eyes, no laughter, no wagging tongue.
If I could, I would pass my life
in a bathroom stall.
Le Petit Chateau des Reves
The bathroom stall is clean,
I think.
Four blank walls hem me in -
a steely green and pale, hard cream,
a functional, efficient, minimal cell.
But oh, the blessing of silence,
of not-watched-ness!
To run to the cocoon of a
four-walled, tiled embrace.
In here, no one will acknowledge
or speak to you
(such a breach of restroom etiquette
would not be tolerated).
Such ignorance is faceless, quiet,
no eyes, no laughter, no wagging tongue.
If I could, I would pass my life
in a bathroom stall.