Poem: ‘In the Lavatories’
Lucy Anne Watt, 19 June 1986
Where the sunlight fitted in the aisle, made a clean triangle on the door shut against that moment’s rush of automatic flushing – and the one opposite ajar on a curve of scrubbed wood, the two bolts in the pedestal and the whitened patch where our feet thudded, sometimes drew sparks – Joanna pulled her knickers just far enough to show the appendix scar. But it was small,...