we were working out
a little too hard
on the memory foam
(springs are the way to go
memory foam doesn’t fuck back)
she shot out of bed
and into the bathroom
gagging
gurgling
before i heard the lid
hit the back of the toilet
she puked and puked
violently
then there wasn’t a sound
after a few moments
“baby?” she said
“come here
look what i did”
i was thinking i
would be upset
walked in
her standing there
a young naked goddess
smile on her drunk face
pointing to the toilet
i looked in
and saw
something prettier
than cherry blossoms
i looked in
astonishment
amazement
not disgust
floating in the toilet water
were little furry clusters
of pink
violet
lavender
red
slowly blooming before my eyes
“it’s so pretty”
she said
i agreed
Speechless
our flesh came together
slow magnets
into each others arms
her head on my bare chest
both transfixed
on the masterpiece before us
we looked into each others eyes
kissed
tasting the mix of
cheap red wine
and sour bile
then we looked back
at her creation
“it’s beautiful”
i said
we stared a bit longer
she reached out for the lever
to flush
i quickly grabbed her hand
“No”
we wanted to take a picture
i can’t remember if either of us did
there was red chunky puke
on the floor
mashed in the bathmat
and running down the outside
of the white porcelain
but i didn’t care
i was with the greatest artist
of our time
and no one would ever know it
but me