By Jaime Lynn Becker I am full of shit. It’s not a metaphor It is literal. Bowlfuls Daily Hourly I’m more on the toilet than off And, I haven’t even eaten breakfast yet This piece is from The Feminist Toilet #1. To go back and read more, click here.

By Jaime Lynn Becker The loose brown dregs From my insides Without form Without shape Without consistency Without soul I am empty Hollow I gaze upon the undigested muck It sneers back at me I pull the lever Ridding myself of at least this round For now This piece is from The Feminist Toilet #1. To…