Bathroom Stalls

Sometimes
Victory
Is a clean bathroom stall.

Not needing to stare
At someone else’s crap
While you deal with your own.

No one thinks:
That sounds lonely.
But maybe it is.

Never sensing the rotten
Closeness of another
Person.

The clean bathroom
Of an empty home
Reverberating in hollow
Loneliness.

Perhaps victory
Is a bathroom in need of
Cleaning.

Floors stacked with towels
And piled with clothes

Discarded by the ones
Who fill in our
Loneliness.