Poetry and Prose by Wess Mongo Jolley
I unpack my lustin cheap hotel roomsof cities I’ll never see.
I toss him carelesslywith my change and roomkey onto the nightstand,
Where my lust sits forgottenas I shower and gaze into thenight, dripping with neon.
My fingertips paint runes onclouded glass, and we hearlaughter across the hall.
Fresh and clean andnewly dressed, my lustsits forgotten.
I scoop my changeand room key backinto my pockets,
and leave him alone towhisper his longingsto an empty room.
(First published in The Legendary, 2009)
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