Bloody Towel

by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

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.