Hotel Room
Two oranges on the counter
empty ice bucket, a pair
of clean glasses on the table. In
the corner daytime television
beckons, shows that leave me
feeling drunk by nine o’clock
the time I used to start my
day job or had planted a few
good hours in the garden. Now
I slump in a wicker chair, lean my
elbows on this glass-topped table
imagine what it would be like to call
this one bedroom home. I know
a man who said his dream was