Reflections

Standing in a bathroom

The muted notes of horns

Slips through the plywood

Unnoticed

Had I not noticed it anyway

Instead of a mirror

There is a painting of a snake 

A stylized cobra

Dreaming of skateboards

And motorcycle jackets

So instead I stare at this

Pink Himalayan Salt Stone

That could 

In some sense

Provide for a bit of reflection

Just not the kind I need

But mostly

It doesn't really work at all

Nothing here

Is really what was intended

 

It's not really

What anyone wants

In the corner

There next to the door

I see ants

Swarming over something

That I can't quite make out

When I get closer

I see the corn kernel body

Of a dying beetle

Collapsed in a divot in the concrete floor

Shifting one of its remaining legs

Unable to get out

And I want to do something
But I can't seem to move
So instead with one arm

I find the door