You
know the
feeling: waking
up staring to
the right where
the outline of an
aqua Venetian
blind glows where
it shouldn’t and
the shadow of
the room isn’t the
shape it ought to
be and somebody
else’s lamp squats
on a grotesque
plastic nightstand
and the 1960s
maple headboard
taps loose against
the hollow wall
with every breath
while your back
aches from the
pillow-like mattress
and you think
where the hell
cuz this surely
must be
it.
I have never had that feeling here,
not even from the very first night.