I imagined my own thoughts
starting with ****, these stains
THICK
Stained to the carpet and wood below. Oh, THICK smell and color
A wash board?
A wash? How could we wash such a thing,
A **** stained rug and a **** stained floor?
How could I think of anything else when seeing the lines of stain

***. not just, but of someone. Not some thing,
but man with reason and morals
A confused man.
Not drunken, or ill in health.
He lies always,
caught by no one
Why?
He is a confused man with many secrets.
This one,   it is certainly ****.
Whether it is in bottles beside the bed,
or a lean towards the mirror with the sink running fast,
it is always unique.
it is always a secret..