Poetry by
Gregory McIntyre

I’ve been waiting thirty minutes now
For you to go to the bathroom and brush your teeth
Thirty seconds a side
With me poised at the corner waiting
For you raise a cup to your lips
And drink
Wind
Tears prick your eyes
Passes
You snort
From MY BUTTOCKS
A spray of water hits the mirror
Pffffffffffffttttt
Toothpaste flecked mirror, snorting, crying
DAD you scream and dribble
WHAT THE FLIPPING HELL!