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Motel Poem Written under Bad Light | By James Diaz

Some nights
the secrets
will not open
for me

street light hits
the curtain

crazy amber
from trees
I will never

doors that will
not close
out the sound

have you ever been
fossilized like this?
Eyes skyward
fingers interwoven
drinking up dust
in the memory room

car lights in the
loneliness of travel
and great undoing

where was I
going with all
of this?
Do you think
there’s hope
for the fallen?

Are we too crushed?
Are we not crushed enough?

Is it enough yet?

Is this what you wanted?

What you needed?

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