of my
life
was spent in a hotel room
on route one
trying to get away
from someone
i no longer wanted
a part of. it had
thin walls,
coughing neighbors,
arguing
smoking.
the headboards
banging,
i lay there fully dressed,
shoes still on,
listening
to people at the end
of their rope
deciding what to do
with their lives.
at one in the morning,
i grabbed
my toothbrush
and left.
i figured i still had more
rope to use.
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