Stains
marble holds memory– its pores grip patterns much like muscles in my hand teasing pomegranate seeds from spongey swaddles measured maps of membranes – burrow don’t dig, don’t burst – red rain on the counter fruitblood soaked in my cuticles the island land of glittering hard shine on dark woodstained wood oak splayed flat and doused mahogany zipped up and plastic sealed– my pink heels come up pink, no prints inhabit the pristine living rug–white with dust –with dog– rolled over– rolled up, carted away thrice by men in crinkled beige work pants wipe the room clean like a dry erase board dab at, drip warm water down red marble terrycloth coax memories pale & rosy