I didn’t have friends until I was older
due, in part, to a particular odor
that’s been known to be indicative
of “accidents.” But then the year
when I turned twelve, I resolved to
stop pissing myself and I learned
that if I squirmed and squeezed
I could hold in pee.
And so I halted that blissful piss
and rid my legs of stickiness
and all that followed now is:
But don’t drown in the imagery.
Take the pee metaphorically.
For beyond the sophomoric buffoonery
there is purpose
and it doesn’t stink.
When I was twelve I stopped pissing myself
but along with suppressing the pee
I learned to squirm and squeeze and hold in Me.
And I’ve been shitting myself ever since.