I blame....

Finals week, termites, whiskey, and you.

Surfactant

I do not walk by Marla while she does the dishes. I will get distracted by the gleam of her suds and instead of getting a soda, become enthralled by a solitary soap bubble with all of its nearly imperceptible rainbow in its halo.The shifting shapes and vortices cross its diaphanous membrane in a splayed array. It traps me with my own mortality. We have such a fleeting time to spend evolving or carrying a rainbow that we can only hope to be one thing: a damned soap bubble. All we can hope for is that someone else walks by the sink and gets trapped in our convolution of tiny vibrancy and the waver of thin cartography.