ENCOUNTER IN A FAMILIAR PLACE

So we meet again.
I don’t remember much about you
Except that dirt stain on your Nikes reflected in the mirror behind me.
The tension is so thick
It can be cut with a knife.
It is only me and you
Trying to minimize the silence in the room
As if we’re playing hide-and-go-seek.
I attempt to figure out the optimal stance,
While you are struggling to control your intra-abdominal pressure.
The mutiny inside of you
Is transformed to awkwardness and embarrassment.
Now that you mention it,
I kinda feel awkward too.
But what do we feel ill at ease about?
Is it the stream of liquid hitting a pool of water?
Or is it the air rushing through a narrow pipe?
It’s interesting that we are not filled with shame
When we hear water dripping from the faucet into the sink.
It’s interesting that we don’t feel uneasy
When we allow a balloon to deflate.
But why here and now?
They’re just porcelain receptacles.
I guess it’s something to consider until our next meeting.
Alrighty, I’ll see ya back here soon
And maybe next time we’ll exchange places.