my parents are incontinent and known for it
everywhere they go or have-ever-been
are their leavings their extrusions
I don't get it
all this ordure everywhere
even at their own funerals
they'll be quietly sloughing
it into their boxes
we'll hear them in there
giggling about it
like it's still intoxicating, funny, joyous
after all this time
I'm sending them nappies
for Christmas
but I know they'll be sent back
......................full
.
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