Tea Bazaar Bathroom

to the person who got their first kiss here circa 2010, learn to draw better hearts. It’s not the lashing out about this that concerns me but that such a closet can keep the comfort you once felt. A comfort which I am trying to force through a badgering ode. Like, who am I to need this bathroom? If only because I make frequent comments about the Rubenesque entries watching me waste time on the toilet or the suggestive figure with his larger foot, and, according to that age old syllogism, something of equal girth, and I suppose this is a sort of comfort, although I wouldn’t call it out, I wouldn’t dress it in absorbent cloth, I sure as hell wouldn’t vandalize a bathroom with my                                                           cartoon organs