the dark places where they keep your vegetables from ripening so they don't rot before you can buy them.

I think the first person to
put a mirror in a bathroom
stall deserves some kind of award.

Because how often do you get a break like that?

A quiet tap on the shoulder from
a friendly stranger, kind
enough to prevent the crippling shame of
Toilet Paper Trail.

Kind enough
to let you know that
the way you're going -
was never  more than a pipeline;
Intersates of spilling chemicals
creating the illusion of a trail between
bald dirt and
dead nature.

And it isn't tidy enough.

No, Honey, those jeans
don't make you look fat.
[you just are]
and the mirror
isn't going to sugarcoat a thing.

It's okay to be the way you are.
Toilet Paper Trail and all.

The stall mirror is like rotten apples.
We're all still real.
Nobody's wax.
Not even breakfast.

Sometimes I leave
old vegetables in the fridge
to make sure I'm still
alive.