the sign f l i c k e r e d

must be a shortage

the “no” in no-vacancy flashed

wonder if they have any rooms?

I walked in and paid for a room

the man handed me this key shaped like a voluptuous woman

he stared at my boobs

it’s all I could afford

god, I feel icky

this man’s eyes remind me I need a shower

this could be a bad sign







about 3 am I decided to leave

packed my shit

and hit

the open highway

tears came

but I couldn’t keep playing your game

fear engulfed me

but I still had to leave

yes, I miss you

no, I don’t love you

I had to follow my dreams

you asked my to stay

but you didn’t want me anyway





here I am in this cheesy motel

with a lamp as my friend

it cuts off every time the couple in the next room bang their headrest against my wall

with each moan, I am left in the dark

with memories of you

I remember when we were that couple

and now we are the lamp



tomorrow I will drive until your memories are gone

further away from our town

when the road ends I guess I’ll have to turn around

and do all of this again

except 

this time I’ll keep the lamp off.









03/01/2005