zafusy

contemporary poetry journal

Ecru

He'd been drinking for a couple of days.
When he awoke,
he noticed the stain on the gray rug
("ecru," he thinks she called it)
The stain on the carpet
formed a long and lovely necklace
of rubies, milk, ashes and orange peels.
He knew she wouldn't like it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fran LeMoine