Hand Me a Tissue

It became known
as the time of the Great Wipe-Out,
when, within days, toilet paper
grew endangered, and then became extinct,
the dodo or passenger pigeon
of spool-rolled tissue,
and people, with unwiped bums
and infant-style rashes,
seized up and went blank,
suddenly forgetting that they could
place their asses in showers,
the tall kissing cousin to bidets,
and get those anal inner-cheek-stains
aquatically erased.
Toilet paper morphed from a privilege
and luxury item into a totemic irreplaceable
in no time flat.
Then it was gone.
Before it had a chance
to enjoy its newfound status
as the softly reigning icon and saint of the cabinet.
Somewhere, an unwiped ass is weeping,
while its host-body turns the other cheek,
afraid to face the fact that that
which is rotten in Denmark,
is intimately closer than you think.

About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, performer, and playwright, John Biscello, has lived in the high-desert grunge-wonderland of Taos, New Mexico since 2001. He is the author of four novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, Nocturne Variations, and No Man’s Brooklyn; a collection of stories, Freeze Tag, two poetry collections, Arclight and Moonglow on Mercy Street; and a fable, The Jackdaw and the Doll, illustrated by Izumi Yokoyama. He also adapted classic fables, which were paired with the vintage illustrations of artist, Paul Bransom, for the collection: Once Upon a Time, Classic Fables Reimagined. His produced, full-length plays include: LOBSTERS ON ICE, ADAGIO FOR STRAYS, THE BEST MEDICINE, ZEITGEIST, U.S.A., and WEREWOLVES DON’T WALTZ.
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