MICTURITION AT 3:00 AM

I have a faint memory

of Mom whispering

in my toddler ear,

“pish, pish, pish”

as I now push,

push, push, on

my full bladder

unable to flow.

Octogenarian men

suffer sleep interruptus,

pressing on their bladder

like a delivering mother

expelling a new-born fetus.

How will I ever fall back to sleep?

To avoid pissing blood,

a catheter always works,

but I’m told it’s no picnic,

believe you me.