Not a pristine thing in sight

By Radhaika Kaipur

Don’t expect me to say that word. 
I’ll tip toe around, dodging those contaminated places 
I’ll replace “toilet” with “bathroom” 
Feign retching if you bring up behaviours in “that department”. 
But why? 
Well, there’s nothing pristine in poo 
I felt the word “love” couldn’t be uttered by one that says “loo”... 
Misguided – I see now 
The shit’ll hit the fan unless you embrace it.

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

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