The Mom Cave

This place for refuse
where it can all go down the drain
within white walls and a fish curtain
backdrop and no room for more than one.
I can control the ocean in the pipes
and wonder at the sound splashing
at the sides of the sink drowning
out the heckling beasts on the beach
just a few feet away from this bathroom.
This is my sanctuary.

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  1. Oh, amen. When mine were younger, I can remember running the water nice and loud to drown out the yelling of “Mooooooom!” outside the locked door. 😉

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