Work in progress: From Hotel Poems (plain tentative title).
you were framed
in the window,
crying,
and when i asked you why
you said
because,
and i said
i know,
but pulled you back to bed
anyway
anyway,
i can no longer sleep in hotel
rooms
and the night desk people
are annoyed at me
because i keep pressing
the wake-up call button
but it doesn't seem to work
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