Toilet Paper Roles
She leaves empty toilet paper rolls,
to mimic the lonely towel racks.
Never changes the blade in my razor,
rendered dull from shaving her legs.
Squeezes the toothpaste tube in the middle,
and never screws the cap back on.
Clogs the shower drain with her hair,
and leaves wet towels on the bathroom floor
or the bedroom floor,
or on the bed.
I endure the mental torture because
an argument with her, unthinkable.
Refilling toilet paper, picking up towels,
changing blades in the razor and
rolling up the bottom of the toothpaste tube,
Iíve become adept at covering up
all the little things that make me wish
she would think of me sometimes,
dying to please her but instead
dying of anguished frustration.
Love is an interesting phenomena
weakening a man and forcing him
to remain silent and look away,
while subjected to little annoyances
that would drive any saint to tantrums.
Relinquishes his self respect in return
for chances to hold her even a moment,
or find warmth and release in her arms.
Suffers him to hold his tongue long after
reason and patience have vanished.
Small frustration upon frustration
chipping away at order and sanity.
But the world would quietly end
without her footsteps beside mine,
or the soap she always leaves
floating in the water just over the drain
clogged with her beautiful hair.
There can be no life without her,
no solace in loneliness, but maybe,
tonight Iíll leave the toilet seat up!
Copyright ©2002 by Leon D. Schlossberg. All rights reserved.
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