(I came into a Stagg Street bathroom.)
There're only two-- the shared one in the hall and in a master bedroom.
Our shared lid was down, and spotted with a yellow accident realized.
(I sopped up the mess, and dropped spilled Toilette Paper into flushing water.)
Why is there a Vietnamese renter sitting in the bathtub?
Was he trying to crap in the tub?
We talked and he said the toilet was stuffed, but it wasn't.
Ta Ree's bathroom looks out onto the pool.
(I shut the bathroom door and locked it with that weird turning lock, and looked at the pool, another inside room.)
(I see a slender hand.)
We adjusted our dreaming angle, and it turned into a young Ta Ree.
She had on a remote face, already detached from us.
Under slumber's possible tendrils, a small smile appeared on her face, connecting my Inside with our outside.
(I laughed; She was still with us.)