Like a medieval lady
hiding in the garderobe
from marauders,
so she hides -
searching desperately
for a blessed moment
of peace
in which to pee
sans pets' whimper,
sans hubby planning,
sans phone dinging needily,
sans sweet little hands grasping,
sans everything save
her thoughts and the tinkle
of droplets on porcelain.
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