Sink

My bladder woke me
Today wet dreams
Of crying babies and
Raindrops through the ceiling
Wetting my bed

The bathroom’s used
Occupied
The sink’s empty
I guess
Baby’s crying
She
Flushes the toilet
Everything’s quiet
Except for the drip-drip
Of the empty sink

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