The =
Rug
by Liam Ronan
Sun threads
restive, =
ropey,
spread=20
morning stain
across your carpet,
the Kazakh.
Drawing the=20
curtains
cursing ,
you say
surely it will fade
and, after =
all, =20
we both know
who paid
for it.
Would it do
to remind you =
your=20
Caucasian
has lain
on the dusty roads
of Tehran,
pile=20
trialled
by traffic?
I apologize
for the dawn,
the =
day,
the=20
dearth of shade,
the little money
I have made;
follow the=20
pattern;
put the coffee =
on.
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