17.06.2023 iii

Here is a piece of

Sage advice: when you 

Live in a warzone 

There's no such thing 

As a leisurely shit.

(It's ok to laugh!

Real life is always ignominious and absurd!)

Instead, you wait

Until it's ready to come out

(Or you don't, depending 

Upon the time of day,

And when, you've learned that the

Missiles usually come)

You thank god that some genius 

Invented bidets

And you do not sit, and write 

Poems on your phone, 

Or let your mind wander as you

Doom-scroll Instagram, because 

Exhausted as you may be, from

Four sleepless nights in a row

At any second your 

Phone might wake up, 

With another red alert

And while death from a 

Ten-tonne ballistic might feel far

Too overwhelming, and ridiculous to be real

Dying while on the toilet, is

A concept of which, 

Ironically, you can all too easily conceive.