26 September 2006 | Vol. 6, No. 3
I Saw You
You were drinking water from the tap. As you spit into the basin, a woman came out of the stall. She pushed your head down, held it under the tap and said, "The sink isn't a fucking spittoon." Then she let go of your head and left the washroom. You threw up in the sink. I was pretending to dry my hands.
About the author:
Karen Mackintosh lives in Vancouver, British Columbia.
For further reading:
Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 6, No. 3, where "I Saw You" ran on September 26, 2006. List other work with these same labels: poetry, prose poem.
