mondays

mondays are shit and toilet cubicles are my secret hideouts; like a slip-out alley from the main streets, a diagonal swerve from a cheetah's straight chase. here i find myself sitting on a toilet seat amidst 3, sometimes 5 skeltering cockroaches. the world continues to run outside my cubicle walls; a lady brushing her teeth after lunch, toilet gossips, the thunderous pour of diarrhoea next door. and time freezes, the work waits, my boss waits...

till i unfreeze time with the zip of my skirt & the flush of the toilet bowl.

this was written on a monday sometime in june.this monday will be different with the hari raya holiday.thank god for a multi-racial singapore.