I unpack my lust
in cheap hotel rooms
of cities I’ll never see.

I toss him carelessly
with my change and room
key onto the nightstand,

Where my lust sits forgotten
as I shower and gaze into the
night, dripping with neon.

My fingertips paint runes on
clouded glass, and we hear
laughter across the hall.

Fresh and clean and
newly dressed, my lust
sits forgotten.

I scoop my change
and room key back
into my pockets,

and leave him alone to
whisper his longings
to an empty room.

     (First published in The Legendary, 2009)