Like that peculiar taste of tap water from
the drink out of a motel room drinking glass
after tearing off the waxed paper wrapper -
I’d likely never see this room or this place
again said my mother to me but being
just a small boy, I felt no sadness -
I’d yet to face the loss or abandonment
of someone or something I really loved -
room keys used to be metal and there was
always a Gideon Bible in the drawer.
- Gary Edward Geraci