We followed out bags into the dim lit
hotel room. Dropping thing
on the surfaces and checking the view-
a parking lot. Sleep now on the road in the morning.
A hard red armchair smells of the most basic
cleaning products. You say, I wonder who's
sat here before. Where do you think they are now?
I'm in bed. I won't look, I know
they don't think about being here.
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