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On Sharing a Hotel Room


we interrupt

kick

this dream

kick

for a brief

kick

announcement:


your little sister,

still talking with

'ar's that make her sound

like she's from Brooklyn,

lingering remnant of toddlerhood


would like to ask you

if it is morning yet

but would you be

willing to bet your life

on it-- do you promise

do you promise

and is there a god

do you promise

and why, why--

do you promise

--why

body curled like a question

mark, legs pressing

into your sleep, her sleep

404 not found,

the webpage you will try

to pull up on fussy airplane wifi

tomorrow but no

it's not morning yet

promise

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