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
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