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.