hotels

lightning in my periphery,
the appliances are all wood furnished.
the armchair sticks its
ottoman-tongue at me.

floral bed sheets.
a moustache of the same pattern
grows over the ground level window.

thunder.

hotel rooms
always tell me to
feel something.
evoke hotel emotions.
act out hotel verbs.

but i remain me.

i feel perfectly centered in this
rectangular room.

two bodies on either side of me
all three (of us)
with pen in hand.

to the left scribbles biblical phrases
and the right draws out his emotions (well, in ink).

my pen runs low.