I spent the better part of yesterday
attempting to unmarry my spilled coffee
from the pale carpet beside my desk. 

A careless stretch of my arm 
wrote their union, yet elbow grease 
and soaps could not erase it.

The ink would not blot out,
would not annul nor offer divorce,
only separation, a small break.

            They sleep in different rooms now,
            the odor of chemicals lingering too
            much like the perfume of another.