Hotel Hotel Hotel


Hiding in toilet suites
on hotel floors,
above showers-for-two,
and below countless stairs.


Dodge large lobby hallways
and the corridor artery, early-d├ęcor, maze,
run past cleaner’s cupboards:
potions for the unsavoury, unclean,
another lost, single mother.


A room service delivery
to a door you don’t own,
yet it keeps the unknown
fears and doubts
out.


Flick and press that remote
because long nights lead 
to hours of unrest,
you’re tired of this hotel,
you’re tired of their upper-class clientele,
you’re tired of that artificial smell,
you’re tired.