melissa christine goodrum

a new york movie

these red hall lights spot orange moldings
one man well tuxedoed watches screen
where clouds hover, float
several five-and-a-half-inch deep-sea squid
reaching, forming mountain peaks
and small rabbits soft
mother nature may abhor him
as he dreams of leaving his wife

she, an usher watches these dreams
only occasionally do squids pass in the night.

her curled blond hair sits hardened against
the blue terry cloth uniform
males and females are hard to tell apart
she matches the wallpaper
and the carpet swirls
almost motion sick

read "hotel room" & "morning sun" by melissa christine goodrum