Earthquakes no longer feel foreign to my body

My hands tremble

My muscles strain

My face starts to heat

Drops of sweat fall from my forehead to my chest

I’m getting hot

The air is too thick in here

But I shake

And my teeth chatter

Like I’m in the middle of a blizzard

I wonder if the seismic waves of my body shake more than me

Does the house shake?

The neighborhood?

The state?

I press my feet into the tile to ground me

All my strength is being exerted

I don’t think I can do this anymore

But it’s almost done.

The earthquake turns to more of a slight thunder

And finally

It’s over

I stand up

Wipe my ass

Look at the mess I’ve created

And let the lever flush the debris

I have chronic diarrhea. And I am strong.