reflection #7

I was reading a menu, that was hanging
on the wall in the health club’s restroom
right above the urinal.

and the paper it was printed on was dead
and the color of the wall was somewhat thanatoidly pale
and everything around was radiating cold
and the cold had a smell of soap.

I put my beer bottle on top of the urinal
between myself and the valve,
because my face was reflecting from its chrome plated steel
my reflection was desolate and cold
covered with the dew.

(only the sound of a flush was alive)

I looked at the menu again
on the bottom it said
“bon appetit”.