The Hallway Foghorn Fart

okay so one time I was sitting in class minding my business when my stomach did a full

emergency broadcast system I knew it was a fart and I knew it was dangerous I tried to hold

it like my life depended on it but my chair started squeaking like it was snitching I

raised my hand and asked to go to the bathroom and the teacher stared at me like I asked

to borrow her car I speed-walked out the room cheeks clenched praying to every planet

in the solar system halfway down the hall it slipped out and echoed like a foghorn everyone

went silent time froze a kid dropped his pencil I ran into the bathroom red as a tomato

and questioned every decision I’ve ever made