Things Behind

Here's something I just whipped up on a whim.

Things Behind

i found your hat in my bathroom,
mingling with the towels.
The faucet was running, and a cockroach
was praying in the corner, on one skinny knee.

I heard him say something about a friend
named Gibraltar, and he sniffled, but refused
my offer of toilet paper. I thought he might need
to blow his nose. Your hat balanced on one finger,

gaping wide like a yawn, where your head should go,
drooping fluidly and slacked, this is his hat, i said
to nobody unless, of course, the cockroach,
heard me under the murmer of his wet prayer.