The bottle did a lazy gymnastic flip

The bottle did a lazy gymnastic flip,

twice in the air before the plastic cap

snapped off against the tile.

I didn't even reach for it.

I just stood there and watched the red

vinegar bleed into the off-white grout,

a map of a disaster I could have stopped

if I still cared about the floor.

It’s the most honest thing that happened

since the sun came up—

gravity taking its cut,

and me letting it have the whole damn bottle.