OLE MISS MOTEL

Sweat in the dish of the back of one knee, I kept quiet so as not to lie.

I watched the sky from the window of my unfamiliar room, but it was mostly as I’d known it, so I quit.

It was someone’s idea of a beautiful day.

The phone rang a rare and likely unbelonging ring.

Somewhere, one cigarette invented the air.

Infinity wasn’t going to be much of anything.