Dancing candle light
cuts through air thick with smoke and steam
its bouncing reflection
bends off the slow curve
of the row of empty aluminum cans
nestled at the edge of my reach
The door swings open
What are you doing in here?
I sit up and demand of you
splashing soapy water over the walls of the tub
The black hem of your cloak mops up the wet floor
“Don’t mind me, just having a snack” you say,
plugging in the toaster you produced from who knows where
You must have thought I was feeling self destructive,
I mean- here I am, all alone in the water, hot like blood in my mouth
You sit on the edge of the bath.
“Pass that over here” you say, motioning at the cheap cigar dangling from my lips
You close your waxy eyes as you take it in
and exhale; our breath mingles in the tense air
Your toast leaps up, piping hot
as I reach for my stoagie.
It slips through my startled fingers into the water
and sizzles as the life is extinguished from its glowing embers
You nod, putting away the toaster.
Until next time
Stuff Cam Wrote 