They say you have to find
your inner child.
Well, mine is called Lupilu—
suitable for sensitive skin,
flushable,
fragrance-free—
kids’ moist toilet tissues,
a bag of which sits on top
of my toilet’s tank.
After all, I’ve always been
a sensitive man.
More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com
There are no apple trees in paradise,
only tomato vines with stakes and trellises
for reclusive eccentrics’ convenience,
and how very British—counting days
or lamp posts with the awareness
that our greatest invention might be
the flushing water closet.
More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com
hidden pilcrow 