relieved

There's something absolutely filthy,
disgusting about the gurgle of shit
in your bowels. Not talking diarrhea
(apophasis), just a healthy store
of loose but mostly firm stools, turds
really, and you roll your eyes. THAT
again. Better put it in the plan
for this early afternoon. Shit

But at the fulness and culmination
where opportunity meets the inexorable
in the maturity of the moment where

it all goes forth from you? How pleasant!
And you're done now, and finish
and
removing all traces, and
- washing your hands! Such a thorough joy
in itself, to wash these good hands
of yours. Yes, nothing even to do with
that, I'd wash my hands just to smile
- why is it we never do, though?

And feeling much more full of light
and graceful of step, you go forth
yourself, and walk back outside

into nature. A clean animal, apart
from the clothes.

And feel the soundness of firm
sinew, organ and bone in you, a solidity now
balanced anew. It doesn't even bother you, then

that sure enough soon enough, the cycle
will impend. It just feels good

to be free of that last batch
of disgusting filth

again