a priori/a posteriori

Sunday, August 30, 2015


I sit in the lobby of my Motel 6.

The desk lady and a coffee guy talk about spilling things,
as she wipes something up off the floor.

I wonder how clean my chair is.
The fiancé showers upstairs, in our family's new home,

which will no longer be ours, at 11 a.m.

By the time she checks out, she will have almost gotten used to the smell.
The kids lie on the bed next to ours,

one passed out cold,
one pretending to be,

because nobody knows how to wake up, with someone else in the room.
Next to them, in the corner, lying on a cheap wooden table,

lies our very rude house guest.

It is a lease application.
for a dream home.

And for the next few days,
It will demand all of our emotion.

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