a night in room 509 at the Lost Highway Inn by Eric Hinklea blank televishun screen suddenly BLIN KING like
the hotel open sign with an old light bulb
the couple lying in bed are jerked awayyyke
like two children in a burning casa
the woman sees the nonsensical off-white jumbo on the screen
and becomes annoyed like a cranky dad cleaning up spilt milk
she rips the plug out of the wall as aggressively
as a retiring heavyweight champ making the most of his last round
she sighs terrifically and crawls back into bed
like the president after a hard day of world-threatening decisions.
12/6/06 10:18-10:29am 11/16/2008 Posted on 11/17/2008 Copyright © 2024 Eric Hinkle
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