evolution

Entropy reigns on a cloudy Saturday morning.
Continuous question: will she make it to the toilet on time?
Latex gloves separate,
luke-warm water,
cold on mom’s receding nappy rash.
Late night conversations about men and sex and life.
Silent surrender: did I deny myself in vain?
Mom’s husband married a virgin and so will mine.
Natural selection has pre-destined that I will not.