I See Angels On The Ceiling

It was glass
and the inside was coated
in amber
and froth.

I peeled off
the label
and saw a stained
reflection
of myself,

my curved hand
reached,
abashed

then that reflection
tilted back
as if it had
fallen.

Nothing is wasted.

Then there was just
froth
and I tasted emptiness
again-

my reflection rolls
across the floor.