Bloody Towel

When I woke up

this afternoon

there was a bloody towel

in the bathroom

which graced the floor

without remark.

I do not know how it

got there.

I’ve scoured my body for fresh wounds

but nothing.

I stole a newspaper

and read it front to back

but nothing seems to explain away

the bloody towel.


It could be a plant

but I’m far from certain.


Anyone who may have information

pertaining to the bloody towel

is urged to


keep it to yourself.


Nerve Cowboy.  Austin, TX.  Number 27 (Spring 2009). p. 28.

© Ryan Quinn Flanagan