Vapor

The kitchen is too small for this.

My coat is hanging on the chair

and the fumes are moving through the air

like a heavy, invisible curtain.

I missed the mouth of the red can.

A splash hit the gravel and my boots,

spreading a rainbow across the puddle

until the water looked like oil.

It's a sharp, chemical headache.

Everything I touch turns to a garage,

slick and flammable and wrong.

I can't seem to air the room out.