Bathroom

by Scott G. Burnham

I read in the bathroom. Not using it, just
sitting there, covered can, reading.
It’s a small room. You’d see if anyone were
coming to get you. If anyone were out to hurt
you, it would be hard for them to really get at
you in such a small room.
The front door opens.
They’re here.
Voices, steps, the door shakes, I laugh so hard.
Confusion is the funniest thing.
Almost as funny as the time I was
The door pops with holes appearing loudly,
bordered by my blood, spraying at the sound,
jumping from my body.
Sort of reminds me of the time I was
A foot pushes my teeth into my throat.
I laugh so hard I choke on them.
I’ll tell you, the last time I got kicked that hard I was
I’m not choking anymore, the guy was nice enough
to let me breathe from the middle of my throat.
A laugh sends a sheet of blood and mucus over my face.
Silent covering, very peaceful.
This is so fucking funny, gotta tell someone how this reminds me of