Some memories cling
Like toilet paper to a shoe
Or spinach between teeth
And that lower rung waits to knock our heads
A righteous tumble
Past text messages to the wrong number
Or misread interactions and their brutal rejections
As the mind plunges deep into that bottomless well of shame
Our lungs filling with that humiliating water
Suddenly you are once again crossing that posh dining room in a tucked in skirt
Splitting your pants in that big meeting with your bosses
As adorable hearts peek through your trousers, you break wind
As if pulled straight from your lungs
Sweating and gasping in your mortification
But the moment passes
Later becoming cherished laughs
Among friends
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