bad motel

it was a bad motel.
but it was raining.
cold. we were tired
of driving.
look, over there, she
said.
pointing to fluorescent
lights
holding only a few
letters in
the word vaca..y.
the room smelled with
the years
of other men
and women, children too
bunking down
on the stiff mattresses.
sharing the lights,
the bathroom.
no cable, no ice, no
complementary breakfast.
just a vending machine
with crackers, cigarettes
and cokes, outside.
but we were in love.
and love would
make it all okay.