Gross

The poor man shits

The wealthy man finds a bar of gold at the basin of the toilet bowl.

The poor man pisses

The wealthy man finds a flute of urine topped with champagne bubbles.

The poor man bleeds and guts gush

But the wealthy man has no blood to bleed.

The Antithesis of Fear

I was not afraid to be nourished from my mothers breast.

I had no qualms with her cradling me as we rocked back and forth,

both silenced to sleep.

But I have always been terrified by the sound of her beating heart.