you were my home then,
the warmth in my fireplace, my 
chest purifier, key finder;
whenever i leave you clung to me like dirt on the dishes
i carry with me your sickness for
love, for good.

somewhere between morning calls and warm bedsheets, i took 
your hospitality for kindness for authenticity for love for truth
i was still drying my hair on your bathroom mat when you rang 
the bell, and reminded me it’s time for 
my checkout.

homes, hotels, who can tell these days?

Maybe I mistook 
love
for being drunk
on the abundance
of heart beats
that kept on beating
intoxicating
my sobriety
blurring my 
thinking