Prairie Gold
*Disclaimer: do not read if you are uncomforted by the word “pee” or reading about the concept herein. Also, that’s not the prairie gold I’m referring to. Just so you know.*
Abandoned buildings on a tree-less prairie landscape are gold when one has to go.
She’s gotta go too, so me and sister make loud clapping noises to chase any resident badgers or skunks from the immediate premises. Our warning sound. A lot of animals offer this courtesy; buffalo, rattlesnakes, cougars, so we do too.
The old building was in a perfect placement of discreet location. We step through the long dry grass walking to opposite sides of the building and we both end up at the back.
Ok. We’re doing this together. At least no one from the highway can see us. And finally no farmers within sight filling the fields with their crawling combines and hay balers…
Girls have to do things differently so we rest our backs against the grey weathered wall in my least favorite yoga pose. Chair pose. And I gotta go bad cause I’ve been holding it a while having desperately scanned the horizon for quite some time for a small town prairie gas station to no avail. Having waited so long it takes a bit to relax.
Trying to relax, but struggling with the pose. Then, once it starts, it doesn’t stop. It feels like FOREVERRRRRRRR. It was a long pose. A long burn.
Giggling, struggling, legs turning into jello, sisters side by side blind from all other eyes but each other’s. Laughing. Laughing some more. Trying not to pee on themselves. And eager for the forever memory of this moment.
