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, spoken word performer, and playwright, John Biscello now lives in Taos, New Mexico. He is the author of three novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, and Nocturne Variations, and a collection of stories, Freeze Tag. His fiction and poetry has appeared in: Art Times, nthposition, The Wanderlust Review, Ophelia Street, Caper, Polyphony, Dilate, Militant Roger, Chokecherries, Farmhouse, BENT, The 555 Collective, Instigator, Brass Sopaipilla, The Iconoclast, Adobe Walls, Kansas City Voices, and the Tishman Review. His blog--Notes of an Urban Stray--can be read at johnbiscello.blogspot.com. Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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