Maria Barnes

The Crime Scene

The room is never empty.
In fact, it is waiting for more
darkness, for more limbs
lost between the sink and the shower,
and the shower curtain barely moves
hiding half a body 
or less.

The deep color of sin
is leaking from an open mouth,
but if you ask the neighbor about the noise
he will look down at his shoes. 
He wasn’t there. He doesn’t know
why the room feels so full.