My Throne

I used the wrong bathroom today
I did so
to avoid conflict with family

at a church with only gendered bathrooms

I open the door
greeted with the sight and smell
of free janitorial labor

I am a woman
in a yellow sleeveless dress
walking past the urinals

I have limited options
the first one has visible brown

wishing I had scuba gear
I dive into the second stall

the seat is awkwardly shaped
curling upward at the tip

lifting my dress
I use the patriarchal throne

I have labia
that spit out
like mouth water

this time they aim
for the gap in the seat

my pee anoints
the pee already on the floor

I wipe my vulva
stand up

and walk out like a queen