Lucky sharms.

Spaaaztastic

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Sync.

I wonder in my lone cubicle 

Of what we’re all thinking about

In that brief interlude of pee and tissue

Smartphone dependencies

Gentle clicks of keypads

Whirring tissue dispensers

Past the cacophony of schedules, dates, exams

In the sterility of a bathroom to which we owe nothing

A stop sign in my day, in yours

Past the hurried shuffle of loafers

Screech of sneakers on tile

When for an awkward minute we pee in sync

Unhurried, overtook by the course of nature

Released to the automatic toilets 

The rhythmic consistency of some

The trickle of others

I wait till you leave

Bathroom courtesy and social law

Flush and emerge relieved

All the while I could only tell the color of your shoes.