MONOTONE

today was red vines and rye whiskey 
today was movies and the mean reds 
today was the beets I looked at in the fridge 
and still haven't cooked
today was the blood on my thighs 
bright crimson, running like it had someplace to go 
today was the careless blood on my sheets 
browning now like it wants to stay 
today the blood was for the ones who 
share mine 
coursing ship shape and beating 
tears on pink cheeks 
tonight it's red wine 
from a 3 day old bottle 
and a pomegranate 
well past it's prime
maybe mad that everyone thinks it was 
a lowly apple 
that precipitated the fall