Hotel

I was thinking about all the poems that stay poems.
The one you wrote about us a long time ago.
My favourite one that can never be rewritten.I wish I had memorized it.

No matter how you try

you can’t capture the zone of that moment.

I miss that about you, how you know what I’m feeling

through this magical connection.

You don’t have to talk down to me,

of how great you are

and how boring you find my poetry

I prefer you when you’re loving

sexy and sweet

all our sides are disappearing

into the dark sky above

the vodka takes over

trust me, you beautiful soul,

I am just a girl

having fun

not taking my writing

all that serious

publishing books

for selfish reasons perhaps

but money means nothing

when I look in the mirror

or embrace you in the middle of a street.

My friend wakes up

what are you doing Chrissy?

I’m writing a poem

I can’t sleep.

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