My Body is a Temple

… or maybe it’s more like a motel.

There's a chance there'll be a vacancy,

Maybe not.

The concierge might turn you away-

back towards wherever it is that you came from,

Because you were too drunk,

or not drunk enough.

Either way,

Bring your baggage,

Stay the night,

Be gone by morning.

P.S. if there's coffee in the morning,

it'll probably be cold

with someone else's lips on the mug.



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