WRITTEN ON THE BATHROOM WALL
Just below a roll of toilet paper
cascading white toward the tile
floor and a pool of dried piss
where an ant, seemingly stuck,
waves its antennae in a frantic
plea for freedom, a declaration:
Lucy ‘22 loves cocker spaniels.
You can’t help but imagine Lucy
sitting atop the bowl where your
thighs currently rest, digging in
her backpack for a purple gel pen
to claim some real estate on the slate
gray wall. You have to be sitting
to see it, and whoever boldly added
that vulgar quip couldn’t possibly
have known if it were true or not.
Why do they always write it so big? As if
this were Lucy’s defining characteristic?
And was it Lucy or some kind soul
who corrected the amendment that
had all the boys looking down at the
insignificance between their legs
to wonder how anyone could love them?
Matt Schultz writes all kinds of poems. This is one of them.