32 Hotel Beds

I awake from a field

A field where the thick mist

Creates dew droplets on the long grass

Debilitating it.  I am the grass.

Shaking off the moisture bending

Towards the sun.

And I awake

Moving with, the moving people in

Their moving cars.

The constant flow.

Where are we all going?

Fast cars, what’s the rush.

I’m closer to you now than I’ve been in a

While.

And it leaves me reminiscing

Because that sounds easier than missing you

Knowing I could drop this plan and

You’d still be there.

Hotel bed number 10

The places I am are so different

Why am I forced to believe

They’re the same.

Five dollar foot longs and

The miniature bottles of lemon scented

Lotion I slip into my bag.

We’re only an exit away now.

And we drive by.

The lack of control I have.

In my movement, my path

I am sick.