I dreamed that I lived in a house,
but my bathroom was flooding,
and I shit my pants
only to saunter to the bathroom and worsen the pipes’ emotions.
Every time I tried the faucet
or tried the toilet,
a strange contraption above the toilet spewed thousands of droplets
in the bowl’s direction,
but most of these missed.
Every flush conjured a rush of water,
and to my chagrin
a small pond formed as the droplets forged bonds;
they submerged the corner of the room.
No cleansing for me,
I left the bath-doom
and awoke,
feeling a gurgling sensation in my stomach.


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