room and board has already been paid
the town is empty but the guesthouse is full
we stay up all night sometimes
dancing to the beat
of the infinite drummer
we don’t worship
we don’t get stuck in dead words
there’s not a lot of room here to get maudlin
and any shame is left on the road by the overpass
to avoid overcrowding, we’ve set up a lottery
but there’s only one name on the ballot
no way to get around that
my friend,
you’re in.
the muse of being 