Space Oddity Poem by Zyw Zywa

I take a bath in salt water
where gravity does not exist
On the shelf, there is a new set
of the same clothes laid out

There is no concert hall here
and no outside for walking
only a greenhouse
where I like to sniff scents

free of human traces
the skin creams and soap
with which we, counted acquaintances
distinguish ourselves

And when I take care
to pee silent and to poop
not sputtering
leave the light out

and have sex carefully slow
I am the only one on the toilet
in my bed and the bath
who spies on me