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The message on the telephone screen

Said to come by the room

213 and it seemed odd that hotels

Would avoid floors with that number

and the neighbor

in the sleeveless shirt smiled as he passed

and he wondered how she was up so early and

the maids near the parking lot shed

wheeling their carts full of new towels

and fragrant and decorative soaps

and the fountains giggled in sun

stark as the goldfish in the bright courtyard gardens.

I once stabbed a girl in Corcoran she said

And he thought of the penitentiary for a moment

even though she meant the city

which imprisoned the jail

But knew she was always a she

And had spent her life selling it

And the lawyer who left his keys on the table for the taking

she called and confessed

you can find it, in the field under

the billboard with you name and number

She had been down many roads

Passed the signs that read vacancy and ….

He saw the balcony with the planters

the opaque curtains embracing the morning light

this shouldn’t have happened

street traffic cluttering through the ardent trees

magnificent carpets and pristine walls a kitchenette

I have to keep rooms like this to keep them coming

Coughs these sentences

into a short cup

She tells him about the dream last night

The drink from the man with the bags

And the colorful bottles

And a business and a former wife and still kids –

A son

And a daughter

Waking up in the morning

Lemmon slices decorating the table

Next to the crisp slivers of currency

he owed me for four hours

And in the dream

the man smiling

As she stepped from the washroom

holding the glass out

And laughing

as she reached for it.

© 2020 Fin


Fin (author) from Barstow on November 15, 2020:

thank you

Audrey Hunt from Idyllwild Ca. on November 15, 2020:

Good structure! Artistic and liberating. Thank you for sharing.

Fin (author) from Barstow on November 15, 2020:

thank you

manatita44 from london on November 15, 2020:

Powerful piece!