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Bathroom
Ryan Powell
Every poem is about
birds, flowers,
storms, seasons,
time, love, or memories.
I want a poem
that speaks
very simply—
speaks of life posthumously.
A poem with no
structure, lines,
meter, cadence,
rhyme—fuck all that.
But if I didn’t
count the
words, try
to make them beautiful—
the poem wouldn’t be.
The toilet’s
the place
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