The Retort

Nostrils flare

as I enter the cloud of

lingering odor

from the last defecator.

The little black hair, slightly curled,

waiting for my arrival: a welcome mat

on the U shaped rim.

Yellow droplets accompany the hair:

a human’s miscalculation

of a real life math problem.

Selfishly, left uncorrected.

The sea of yellow, and swimming

beavers call to me.

To pee, or not to pee?

That is the question.