at the International House Hotel
I’m on the edge of the bed.
Your slim body
is plastic sheeting stretched
across the angles and corners
of stones –
your thin elegant legs
in fraying jeans.
The rectangle lenses
of your glasses frame
each autumn leaf shaped eye.
This was before you learned
what feminine clothes
will do for you.
This was when
I was one of the very few
that got to see and touch
everything underneath.
Sprawled out
arms stretched
toward the head board;
the bed still made
underneath us.
Your smile
black ink
painting Chinese glyphs
with a soaked horse hair brush
I just knew when it dried
it would disappear.
Then there wasChicago .
I came in on a long flight –
you came by train.
a 20th century mechanism
on a crash course
with a 19th century machine
that moves by devouring the landscape.
When you opened the door
you were revealed
and we pressed our lips
with the force of feathers –
Your slim body
is plastic sheeting stretched
across the angles and corners
of stones –
your thin elegant legs
in fraying jeans.
The rectangle lenses
of your glasses frame
each autumn leaf shaped eye.
This was before you learned
what feminine clothes
will do for you.
This was when
I was one of the very few
that got to see and touch
everything underneath.
Sprawled out
arms stretched
toward the head board;
the bed still made
underneath us.
Your smile
black ink
painting Chinese glyphs
with a soaked horse hair brush
I just knew when it dried
it would disappear.
Then there was
I came in on a long flight –
you came by train.
a 20th century mechanism
on a crash course
with a 19th century machine
that moves by devouring the landscape.
When you opened the door
you were revealed
and we pressed our lips
with the force of feathers –
a bird’s wing
settling against its body.
And there was also
that suite inMammoth Lakes
without air conditioning
Where I found you in the bathroom
straightening your sheen hair
long, nearly metallic,
And there was also
that suite in
without air conditioning
Where I found you in the bathroom
straightening your sheen hair
long, nearly metallic,
black as the belly of a plum.
These hotel rooms
anchored to earth
rotating with our memories
coming to rest on the bed spreads
the carpets, a corner
These hotel rooms
anchored to earth
rotating with our memories
coming to rest on the bed spreads
the carpets, a corner
in an empty bathroom.
Now I travel alone,
see the interiors,
Now I travel alone,
see the interiors,
request a wake up call,
and slam the drapes shut.
Too many sheet rock walls,
too many laminated channel guides,
over bleached sheets,
tiny plastic signs
about saving our planet.
The purple sun
Too many sheet rock walls,
too many laminated channel guides,
over bleached sheets,
tiny plastic signs
about saving our planet.
The purple sun
setting
over mountains in Denver ,
the
hollow moon
rising
behind the St. Louis Arch,
in
Alabama
everyone
stares at me
while
hunched over waffles.
Sitting in these rooms
seeing so clearly
ever key I've ever held
in my palm
every lock I've clicked
or replaced after so many things stolen
or hammered a flat head screw driver into.
I seethe at clocks
seeing so clearly
ever key I've ever held
in my palm
every lock I've clicked
or replaced after so many things stolen
or hammered a flat head screw driver into.
I seethe at clocks
airports
distance
depleted
bank accounts
work
schedules
reports
due
the
anchors
the
call times
the
tolls
taxes
taxis
Atlas
has dropped the Earth,
stretched
out his arms
and
shoved us apart.
The hardest
is packing to leave.
is packing to leave.
It takes convincing
that getting on my feet
lacing my shoes
collecting my tooth brush
will eventually be worth it.
That eventually, if I just outlive
these check ins
the
limited view of the peep holes,
the
industrial air conditioning,
the
twisted blankets
the
bad ideas
the
meaningless conversations –
I’ll some how
traverse
home.
The zipper on my ragged red suitcase
its crooked teeth
barbs that don't fit but hook.
Shoving everything
I've brought with me inside,
flipping over damp towels
to make sure a sock or t-shirt
or novel isn't abandoned.
Shutting down my laptop,
jamming my work into a back pack
downing the rest of
a water downed cocktail
from last night
with the blond from
who invited me into the hot tub
but not her bed.
Filling my pockets with keys
earbuds, a boarding pass
receipts, a tinge of anger, hope
regret and a wrinkled thought of you.
I'm dragging it all behind me
as I kick the door open
yank my suitcase
by the handle
adjust the camera bag
on my arm
take one last look
over my shoulder
into the past
where you sit
smiling on the sofa
eating mushroom pizza
translucent
content
all perfect
It's green outside.
Christmas trees everywhere
over sized rabbits
a sextet of birds
the buzzing of every insect
I've come to know
I scan the empty
mess
make sure nothing
escapes
so I can leave
with most of what
still belongs to me.
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