Room 3:02

room’s a musty closet that
swells to the size of its
own restless,

and nerves are up
to mean old
tricks,

so i slither out from under
motel bed to dial out
for same lazy late
night service,

but the tapped line
ring ring n’ rings
itself dead-

no cure..

ever festered by the muffled
solo when what i need’s
the choir of angels
,

and perhaps a sip of
something pure.

image: http://www.theoccultmuseum.com/10-famously-haunted-hotel-rooms-can-spend-night-dare/

image: https://www.wpr.org/things-keep-gen-x-women-night

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