shifting discomfort
she is too lazy to stand
to admit defeat

unwelcome clenching
swirling urgently in gut
legs cross and uncross

breakfast sit on table
taunting with whole wheat goodness
"I blame you!" she points

she stands - conceding
tripping - ashamed to go in
sliding the stiff door

holding her hands low
pulling on the elastic
Flip! She sits alone

light push - big result
back releases tension
the lightness takes over

a wave of relief
she turns without expecting
finds such a treasure

impressed smirk - brows raised
held it inside, now released
"How could I sit down?"

cleansing, reflecting
"If I can sit while holding-"
Can do anything

she exits proudly
ready to take on the world
After a good poop.