room 1014

there is nothing
worse than
sneaking into
a motel room
in the middle
of the day when
either she
or you are
married and both
of you are
cheating lying
rats. and you've
pulled the shades
down, moved the
curtains from side
to side to keep
the light out.
the whole
thing stinks
of denial
and betrayal.
you are going to
hell, no doubt.
but there you are
sitting on
the edge of a
saggy mattress
in your black
socks and a pair
of white bvd's
putting quarters
into the machine
to make the bed
vibrate and shake
and she's taking
her clothes
off while she's
crying, smoking
a cigarette and
rubbing a blue tattoo
on her arm that
says jimmy.