In my English class this summer we were sent to get inspiration from the campus. I had to go powder my nose and this is the poem that resulted.
The Women’s Room
Tiled pink room of refuge and relief.
Hazy lights flicker, running water,
Humming fans cover conversations
As we primp and preen,
Heels tapping straight to the point.
A quiet sigh,
Before returning to the bright, loud world.
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