The perfect space to relieve a bursting body
Tears flow
Urine trickles
Excretions empty
My whiteness gains me access in stores, coffee shops and restaurants
Before purchase
Without purchase
With privilege
My temporarily abled body moves easily between stalls
Before aging
Or accidents
For now
My cis-gendered appearance fits neatly into the binary
Choosing left
Or right
No stress
The doors with gaps create cracks between private and public
A glimpse
A peek
Some feet
Like a confessional we step in and release
Some purge
Squeeze in
Share stories
The perfect place to relieve a bursting soul
Erica Zwahlen is a recent graduate of the Master's of Social Science program.
This poem was a project from the class Place, Landscape, and Meaning.