rental affection

 

she walks out of the motel

 

looking both ways crossing the street

 

 

moths

 

and night fliers orbiting

 

the street light solar system

 

 

he wipes himself off

 

mooching home

 

 

past the loud smirk

 

of the night-time receptionist

 

 

 





Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2012-03-29 at 01:43

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I would have loved to have written an essay on this poem back in my college days. There is much to say about poetry and life and writing.
2012-03-29