There is a gutteral retching from the next stall
and I know it to be the man I called friend.
He heaves and his back must arch
in a way I can only associate
with extreme discomfort
or more aptly
He won’t being himself
to disclose the nature of this beast
not even if it kills him.
on the surface
a one-dimensional thing
attempting to create a facade so believable
that even his truth
will become wrapped up
within it’s spidery webs.