Enter the circus of sinks and mirrors to find
a silly Chamangos mouth on display.
Swept up the corners of her mouth,
the spices entice a smile to grow
as she bathes a clean paper towel
to kindly wipe off
the small, red polka dots of her $6 pleasure.
She roams to the concrete stairway, Splash!
She hears the coffee stain on the floor tell her about its past:
How it fell for the floor
and will kiss it forever until
the next tired janitor washes it away.
A hyperactive fire alarm slumps his shoulders.
He was put on time out.
Shook from the shock,
he overdosed on Ritalin after school.
Only the fire will wake him now.
The oxygen outside relieves.
Green popsicle bushes stand,
like ancient monoliths mark
the importance of the contents within.
There, in the center and all around
thinking it’s a moth,
feasts itself on the space between the leaves.
I can hear it slurping up the warmth while
the wall of the bell tower hugs a tree
and tickles its roots
as it plays hide-and-seek with the sun and shadows.
Her feet start to itch on the grass below
made of lizard tails woven into baskets.
Across the field,
a subsidized bag of air
costs the student $1.25
I wonder if the plants were asked permission
to have home next to eternal Pepsi refrigeration.
11 steps to the right.
Ask the Somali girl for the time.
Why did the Somali girl apologize when asked,
“What time is it?”