Poem for Day 2 of Solo Vision Fast

 Grumble. 

Rumble. 

Uh oh. 

I race back to camp. 

Grab my TP. 

Hastily dig a hole. 

The Great Purge of Day 2. 

Brown water bursts from my asshole. 

Letting go of old ways that no longer serve.

Releasing myself. 

Earlier I spoke to Elizabeth. 

Is it okay if you take a backseat? 

Yes, I'm exhausted. 

You have so many gifts and privileges

I just want you to be seen

and appreciated

for all your hard work and self-sacrifice. 

And, besides, 

I like challenging intellectual tasks. 

Sammi Bear needs some time to play. 

I will never forget about you.

The burden, 

the weight, 

flowed out of me

and splattered on my bare feet. 

We all make messes. 

We all make mistakes. 

We all have regrets.

Flies swarmed. 

Something or someone

will always benefit from

your shit.

I cleaned up, 

washed up. 

All done. 

Purged. 

Clean.

Healthy.

Safe.

Comfortable. 

You just have to be willing to clean up your messes. 

I touched the Earth. 

Thank you for holding me.

All of me. 

The disgusting and the beautiful. 

The hope and the despair.

The dark and the light.