Impossible Motel
Every motel room is different. They are all the same in some ways, in each of them we are different. In this one we are fucking; in this one, we are becoming trees; in this one I am hiding the flowered comforter under the bed. What happens in these rooms is possible in the real. We fucked in the real motel room of poetry; we talked about poetry there; we made love in front of the mirror; I showed you how to make me come. In the real world we did none of these things.