Right there on the bathroom floor with you, my friend. (In fact, I've got another bathroom floor poem in my queue.) I could just feel you there, "pushing and pulling/against myself/against my sinuous bones/

becoming dense"

That centripetal tightening into yourself, and the way you describe it—just brilliant. And the hopelessness and despair: then "bracing for impact/yet no ending comes..." Oh my god, the power, then the turn, the plunge, the uninhibited release, the realization. What a process, what a journey. Thank you so much for sharing this wonderfully hewn piece, M.T.