So I drove on the spine of my identity.
A desert road, barren topography, calamitous weather.
infertile soils and my bladder pushed my brake foot.
I stepped out onto the shoulder, cool and calm.
I pulled it out trusting the women would stay in the car.
I couldn't hold back as the urine came out of me in torrents.
The flow of it shuddered through my body.
Gushing out like floodwater.
I held myself up, dizzied by my own deluge.
How could I release this amount of water?
The knee high shrub before me soaked it up.
Potassium and calcium might boost it's growth.
The women exited the vehicle looking at me in shock.
Taken aback by my unabashed decision to pee -au grand air.
Then amazed by the baffling and nonsensical volume spilling out.
Their gasps mute and still, now statue-like in the soft breeze.
I looked down almost disappointed at the last drops.
The breeze caught them, arched their course to the dirt.
Maybe another few liters wouldn've been good.
Nature desires continuation not resolution.
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