Poems – Staying The Night

Hotel

Staying The Night

 

A three legged bed,

copies of The Times World Atlas as props.

Windows that don’t open, sealed by paint.

You say, I hope there’s no fire in the night.

I’m thinking, I hope the world can support us.

 

 

This poem appears in Prole Poetry and Prose #13

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