Frances Carleton #68 - Public Space

I saw it
just sitting there
left by a filth wizard
on the white seat
taunting
as I gag, wrenching
looking around wildly
How do I make it go away
I need it gone
before I sit

I get closer and exhale
terse puff of air
watching as it floats
riding the breeze
to the water below

drown you scum
rogue hair