the history of floors

as the detective

leans down

with his trained eye,

he sees that

there's a history to this floor,

this carpet,

this throw rug,

the wood,

the steps going

up and down.

even the walls give clues

as to what's

gone on here.

the wine spills, the coffee

cup tilted,

the knicks and cuts,

a hole in the wall

punched out.

the bruises

of things

dropping down.

splinters of glass,

a shell casing

of lipstick,

an exit note torn in half

a stain of blood, that's 

the only

story now that seems

to count.