Ohio

There’s a coffee stain
shaped like Ohio
near the baseboard
from when you threw that mug
the night I said
I wasn’t sure anymore.

No one ever asked
about the stain.

No one ever asked
about you.

Last night I wrote “Ohio”, or rather resynthesized it from other things I had but didn’t like. I had a fragment of an idea about “evidence” being painted over and I liked that idea. But I could never make it work - I found myself circling the idea of a new tenant moving in and repainting a room, but it was taking too much time to explain.

I also had an idea about a coffee stain on a wall imbued with meaning.

I transmogrified the two and BOOM! FROM THE TOP ROPE!