Tripping But Not Missing
somethings change and
somethings stay the same
walking into the basement bathroom
noticing how the light reflects off of
the mirror above the towel hanger
now there are mermaid bones mixed
in the porcelain and urine in my toilet.
standing there longer than usual staring down.
half of me amber siphoned out and my lips are dry,
half pack of camels in my left pocket.
somehow acrylic sanitary acronymns float to the surface,
i stare at them, but i cant quite make them out.
oh well what a waste i think, i might have needed some of those.
then i remember the acid stamps i had taken a few hours earlier,
i think they were called purple elephant.
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