21.1.12

Hotel Room


familiar scent of strangers
leftover fingerprints
on mirrors
reflecting lost caresses
in deep wrinkles
on mattresses
burdened with guilt
tables laden with fruit
like still-life painting
soft pillows heavy
with dried tears
crumbs hidden in carpet knots
toes scrounge for bits
of buttered toast
towels remind of other bodies
wrapping wetness
from the open window
a bird flies
with clipped wings

~FV

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