I slept better that afternoon
alone in Nashville
than I ever had home.
there was no comfort to be found
in my ****** motel room with
torn arm rests
ripped carpet lights that don’t work
an unopenable shared door
and a bed big enough for me
to strategically save space on the other side
without even thinking
about it. Cash sings the blues
while the sky changes hues
and I don’t even like country music.
I was tired and this city
made me smile but
I do not belong here. yet here I slept,
on edge; excited; in fear;
deeply. you crossed my mind
and I didn’t mean to leave space.