Humility

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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