No need for a private letter, Janice - it's about time, and more fun, if "BM" is dragged into the daylight.
"BM" stands for Bowel Movement. It's a throwback to the days when nice people referred to their genitalia as "down there", and bodily functions could only be discussed by using initials, and preferrably while blindfolded and wearing gloves. I can still remember lying on my cot in summer camp in the mid and late 40's as taps sounded at lights-out, and the counsellors - Uncle Joe, and Uncle Saul and and the other college-age oldsters - came around inquiring of each of us, "Did you have a BM today?", and dutifully recording it on some master sheet, which I assume is still on file somewhere in the back offices of Camp Winadu, Camp Silver Birch, Camp Adventure and all those other places where my daily shits and lifelong battle with constipation - now it relates to my poetry, but it's essentially the same, ongoing condition - were noted and analyzed. (I believe that Uncle Saul went on to obtain an MFA, and a Doctorate in Linguistics, and has devoted his life to scansion.)
I'm surprised that somebody as young as you are, Nick, is even aware of the phrase. You've got to stop associating with these older poets.
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