tinkle, tinkle little star

silence.

a shuffle of heels against the tile floor.

a sneeze. a sniffle. a cough.

i have to peeeeeeeeeee, dammit.

but i can't.

because...

there is someone in the next stall

not peeing

either.

dammit.

so, it's quiet.

dammit.

my klegel muscles are paralyzed.

dammit.

such polite ladies

we both

wait

in public bathroom limbo

for the other to let the first

trickle

tinkle

no no no, you.

no no no, you.

against the side of the porcelain bowl

an audible permission slip

to let

it

go.

who will it be?

breathe release breathe release

ahhhh...

me.