i fart. yes, i do. but why would i mention this?
because nobody does. it is one of those things
covered in embarrassed silence, as if we were
some kind of wraiths, devoid of physicality.
the problem is that we talk about our visit
to a fashionable restaurant with a touch of pride,
discussing the menu down to the last detail,
but a sign of panic appears in our eyes
at the very sound of the word loo.