rental affection


she walks out of the motel


looking both ways crossing the street





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.