Toilet Bowl Tapestry
by Olivia McNorton
The artist anxiously awaits and avoids
creates chaos centrally until upset
emerges on elegant easel, porcelain palace providing
lenient latrine. Olive Garden, McDonald’s, 7-Eleven,
a hole in the ground rotting of waste
she doesn’t hesitate to create.
Hair harnessed, forbidden
fingers prod esophagus
invoking art to erupt.
The bowl, adorning white halo
disgraced by behinds, fastens the artist’s front.
Waterfall sashays, art spews forth
drops of dates
strokes of spinach
petals of pizza
bits of bacon
tint of tea
hint of honey
pieces of peace
deposited into sanitized waters.
Sorrowed stomach recoils from the
amalgamation of despair and design.
Body bends backwards, eyes on popcorn sky
record rotates, Amy Winehouse laments.
The artist chimes in, copes with coupled cadence
cynical song echoing
woes of women who
kill themselves kindly.
Murder made meticulously
inducing inward illness
sacrificing sanity on knobby knees.
Willfully warranting their
skin to sallow
throats to throb
hands to hinder
fingers to fracture
enamel to erase.
Eyes to expose
the artist who creates art via
emptying ego into a toilet bowl,
hoping a tapestry emerges
immortalizing cloth depicting woman destroying herself,
hanging high above her fatal easel.