An Ernest Question
Poetry
Published in
Apr 18, 2022
Did you really bleed, Ernest?
Be honest
Was it like when I broke my wine glass
Doing the dishes
— a little lighter than Malbec
Or like when my sister went home early in fifth grade
— a little darker than bedazzled jeans
Or like my friend, over Christmas break, junior year
— more than I could have imagined
Did it stain the pages?
Or was it your ink?
And what were we to do with the puddle of unformed words you left us in Ketchum?
