Call girl-Motel 1

It's a shame- a doily placed

On the wood-i kneel.

Lace carved its swirls 

Into the rounded hinge 

At the crest of my thighs.

Tender to pressure of 

My chewed fingertips.

I had to deter sore grapes from

Chewing at my nerves

 as I rise my flesh

surfaces a portrait

The indents are lighter

weed hoards the motels bust-

 blue cheap cologne.

Irritates my collarbones. 

watching stars form from 

Brown dirt on the ceiling -

Constellations

As his snore suffocates

I sleez past the mold

pull the curtains back -

Fluorescents creasing my eyes .

the window bakes my forehead.

The daisy are dead-

I can't save them.

there’s still hope

for flowers should tangle 

railings of an old victorian

rickety floorboards,

Spirits withering in the corridors.

my nights used for 

Gossiping with the wind.

feeding the cats supper

brewing tea from chamomile flowers .

I mustn't get too ahead.