1499I

all my lovers

in hotel rooms

somebody says rote //

teeth come out

but there’s no knocking

so who was

here anyway //

I lean my head

over the railing

and rain falls into my mouth

://

and to be honest

these things

have lost meaning

just scraps and dough

I keep repeating

/

like all my

lovers in hotel rooms

I lost the elegance

and desire

//

And I’ve named all my children

after fear