By Ilana Gustafson
Into this vessel I release the steamy fruition of digestive manifestation A stoic drudge you accept this bodily witchcraft with steadfast vigilance a gracious porcelain acquiescence There is no other with whom I audaciously bare my bowel-born alchemy Our secret ceremony held sacredly in this chamber of rest I bow to you as I turn the tidal lever Oh glorious keeper of caca conduits Your cauldron conjures the aqua pura blasts my intestinal intentions into the underworld as I am left to linger in the frankincense of fecal fumes

This piece is from The Feminist Toilet #1. To go back and read more, click here.
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