from the long drive.
it was raining and cold,
the roads
were dangerous so we
pulled over
at a motel on the side
of the road.
the room was cheap,
but it had a vibrating
bed, which my son
wanted to slip coins
into the meter.
i could see outside
the thin sheers
the pulsating red light
of the sign
saying Liver and Onions
all week.
a roadhouse bar.
the place reeked of beer
and smoke.
my foot stepped into
a pair
of underwear on the floor.
i told my son and my
wife,
don't move an inch.
don't touch anything.
we're leaving.
try not to breathe.
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