zebra

there are zebra in my bathroom - watching me from their watering hole. four, faceless, asphalt colored women dance beneath a low hanging fuschia, blue orange sun before a watercolored lavender, pink and tangerine sky. opposite them are mountains decorated with snow and greenland trampled by capricious horses as some white boy talks shit about harmony, nature and the mexicans next door. until I can get some privacy, i’ll keep the throw rug trimmed, feed the animals, offer the ladies something cool to drink and conduct the toilette in the dark.