Ah, I missed the significance of the "one hole" line. It makes more sense now. Glad I gave you more to think about, and thanks for following up with some clarification!

This was really cool--an original take on love/tragedy/death. I'm confused by a couple lines, though, namely

>the screams echoing just outside her ears

because I'm not sure if these are his screams or hers--and that confusion almost makes me think she killed him. But that's not the case, right? I mean, he OD'ed right?

Also, I'm not sure what to make of "broken love," but maybe it would make more sense if I better understood her relationship to his death. In short, I think the ambiguity here may be more confusing than functional. Overall excellent, though!

Ah, thanks for clarifying the imagery.

>Would this read better, and tie up other things, if it were: "Not one of the detectives, or reporters, or even the staff thought to ask her or that she'd have anything to add."

Now that you've explained it, I understand why you added the reporters into the poem. However, as I mentioned before, I don't think direct mention of anything that gives an important part of the scene away fits well with the language and imagery of the rest of the poem. 

Just a few things I'd like to say: - 

>how it had danced around the edges
of the one
hole
that cut through to the floor.

I'm somewhat struggling with the imagery here. Maybe I'm missing 
something, but the wording here makes it sound like the hole passes through a solid that has depth, but when I read through these lines, I'm always imagining the previously mentioned bed sheet. Could you explain it to me?
 
>No one thought she was worth asking
or she’d have anything to offer.

This line doesn't add anything to the poem that we don't already know from the first stanza. Also, compared to the rest of the poem it sounds empty and lacks solidity.

>talking of the junky stiff
and how no one gave a shit anyway...

These lines are somewhat jarring when compared to the rest of the poem, which tells the story in a careful, descriptive and non-casual manner. 

>After the carpets were cleaned
the bed replaced and the reporters
moved on to other prey...

I'm not sure about the mention of "reporte

**On White**  
***
&amp;nbsp;  


No one thought to ask the laundry woman  
how she felt about the red that had crept  
across the white plane of the bed and stopped  
just before the edge.   
No one thought she’d care   
how it had danced around the edges  
of the one  
hole  
that cut through to the floor.  
&amp;nbsp;  

No one thought she was worth asking  
or she’d have anything to offer.  
&amp;nbsp;  

After they were done with their tape  
and precise measurements, meticulously picking  
atoms out of the nappy shag....  
After their voices faded  
talking of the junky stiff  
and how no one gave a shit anyway...  
After the carpets were cleaned  
the bed replaced and the reporters  
moved on to other prey...  
&amp;nbsp;  

She stood;  
the neon caressing her like he used to,  
the carpet still smelling a little like smokes and blood,  
the screams echoing just outside her ears,  
his broken love holding for one more moment,  
as she tried to say goodbye.  

&amp;nbsp;  

&amp;nbsp;  

[1](https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/82qfnn/processtxt/dvcm301/)  
[2](https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/82sx16/white_noise/dvcmlca/)