Impossible Motel
Tina Brown Celona

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.