i bath in the bath

of

bursting bubbles/cat noses them

balanced

cautious but solid.

the toilet's a table now.

warped wood 

for books beverages and small blunts.

a silenced cell phone.

i

run

in

more

hot water/steam mixing with incense 

and

cigarette smoke

all whirling in the 

open window

draft.

tiny moths come in.

they'll 

never leave

dying

on

the dusty tile.