Mundane: Poem

Cracked red floors

Pockmarks on the paling ancient walls

The conjoined bed frame shifting as I try to find a spot of comfort

A fan above and a fan beside

Winds like this turn skirts inside out

Still I am smeared in sweat

A tap in the bath leaks, water beats aimlessly

Mosquitoes and flies and

Bugs I can’t name irritate me

Hopping across the bed

Resting on my face, on my hair

My essential rest interrupted

My wrath awakens

Merciless, I swat and flick them off

Crushed, they drop dead

Peace reigns in this chamber even as great brutality

Is amok