Accidents in Incontinence

For my post-surgical Father. 

May we always be able to make light of the grim. 

Accidents in Incontinence. 

Waves of urine lap the floor. 

A pale sea of filtered body fluids. 

A man hops in moist socks. 

All sense of dignity is gone. 

“Where are my undies?”

He wonders. 

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