A Cheap Hotel

A Cheap Hotel

It’s not time so you say

I sweat cold, clammy

that Dallas boiling night.

You roll a dollar and nose your way

to the nightstand, fingers cut thin.

Again you tell me it’s not time,

your breasts ponderous upon my bare chest,

a whistling snort through a dollar bill

turned our world inside out.

Now you say it is time

to powder my intentions.

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