by Jack M. Freedman
You’re all alone
but they can all
hear you scream
from their apartments
as you wonder
why
you can’t find
a single
fast food
restaurant
where
you can
use the bathroom
Just so you
don’t have to
hold in your urine
as you realize
that after 8PM
you can’t piss
in the SI Ferry Terminal
or on the boat
So therefore
I am writing a poem
that I know damn well
will never be published
by the local newspaper
I threw shade at
with a previous
Facebook
account
Knowing
that no words
could possibly
do more justice
than a middle finger emoji
that doesn’t even \
do justice
to the message
I want to scream
across the Hudson River
Hoping
it reaches
the numbskull
who thought
it was a good idea
to restrict bathroom access
like Sheldon Cooper
and thought urination
wasn’t really
that damn essential
Jack M. Freedman is a poet and spoken word artist from Staten Island, NY. Publications featuring his work span the globe. Under the pseudonym Jacob Moses, he penned …and the willow smiled (Cyberwit, 2019), Art Therapy 101 (Cyberwit, 2019), and Seance (Cyberwit, 2020). Bill Mazza is a visual artist using chance, duration, and accumulation to reinterpret landscape as a relationship of people to their mediated environments, through painting, performance, and community-building collaborations.
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