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[Kynaston Levitt]

This is probably my favorite poem ever written (right now).


Only Poets Piss In Sinks

She's a cold Seattle night.
—I can't be bothered to get out of bed 
and go all the way to the toilet, I tell her.
—It's only out through the Kitchen, she tells me. 
—If I'm at home I just open the window
and piss into the back yard. 
She lifts her head from the pillow and holds me
with her dark eyes.
—Really? She says. My ex boyfriend would never do a thing like that.
—No? I ask.
—No. He was very fastidious and would never piss out of a window.
—I don't always piss out of windows, I correct her,
                                            sometimes I piss in the sink, instead. 
She looks at me. 
—Well, he certainly wouldn't do that, either, she says. 
—Why not? I ask. 
—He just wasn't raised that way, she says.
—Well, nor was I!
—Then why do you do it?
I think for a second. 
—Because I'm a poet, I answer. Then laugh into the pillow.