Frosted glass in a bathroom,
It's a funny thing.
Standing in the full buff,
Wistfully brushing away at the teeth.
And for all you know a young family,
Both innocent and happy,
Could be stood watching in horror.
Outside on the driveway,
Looking in.
Taking an intrepid gander.
Wincing.
My blurred, slinky-pink framed outline.
Heard them this morning and thought,
"How odd would it be if the frosting just disappeared!".
That thin distortion
Between my pubic hair and public sensibility.
