poem of the day 04.28.11

red wine

there is
red wine
on my shirt
on my torn shorts
dried on my sneakers
red wine
on the tips of my
white socks
staining my teeth
red wine and old cat puke
on the scratched
wooden floors
blue ink
on the couch
red wine
stained on the ice cube
trays
dried on the
kitchen counter
on the coffee pot
puddles in the sink
of red wine
on the toilet seat cover
on the bathroom wall
or is that blood again?
there is
red wine
smeared on my
heart
on the
living room
blinds
the ones that i shut
to keep out the
yellow sun
to hold
the gray world
at bay