In the process of doing a deep-clean of my bedroom this week, in preparation to paint the walls, I came across this note that was hidden at the bottom of a dusty, dirty basket. It had been a little bit of an overwhelming day, and this was just the thing to cheer me up.
Based on my handwriting, and the E at the end of Kenzi, I’m guessing that I wrote this sometime in high school. Seeing the phrase, “From the mind of: Kenzie Swenson” immediately piqued my interest. Really, that could mean anything. However, I never would have guessed what was inside this note. I’ve never considered myself a poet, but inside this note was a poem. Here it is:
“The white porcelain seats when marred with neglect.
Scandalous tales of unfaithful lovers and significant others
as well as pointless opinions of cinematography, esteemed published works, and sex.
A whirlpool of earthy color escapes into the maze of pipes."
It took me about ten seconds of consideration to figure out what the poem was about--and really I don’t know what else I would’ve expected of a poem written by high school Kenzi. It’s a poem about a stall in a public restroom.
Why? Nobody knows. I’m just going to enjoy the fact that it exists.