ode to pooping

ode to pooping

I really love 
how my body 

regularly gets 
rid of things 

she has no 
more use for

to make room for 
other fun things

she inspires me 

*

When I wrote this poem a few weeks ago, I didn’t know that I was overdue for a colonoscopy (the new age is 45, and I just turned 48).

As I type this, it is 8:03pm on Wednesday night, and in the past few hours, I’ve taken 4 laxatives and drunk 72 ounces of Gatorade with a buttload of MiraLAX in it to prep for my 11am procedure.

I still stand by my little poem, but I’ll be reeeeeeally happy to get back to my body’s regularly scheduled programming.

p.s. Don’t forget to check out the new book I self-published last week! I’d love for you to buy a copy and MAKE SOME ART.

p.p.s. unbelieve and jaded (Kindle versions) are on sale for $3.99 for a limited time!