White curtains

I remember white curtains —

they hang without motion

in the open window

of The Hotel Caribe

as the heat roils up from the concrete

3 floors below

and I think of you —

naked and motionless

and the freedom

that comes from a day

of complete abandon, spent


AWOL from the MIA gift shop

…and me…

a half dozen hours

before my bar shift begins

at the Fontainebleau

it’s late summer

in Little Haiti

and the housekeeper

is shouting at us

in English (somewhat)

as she bangs on our door

with a mop handle

like she always does

and she says that it’s 1 o’clock


and we have to leave this place


or she will call lapolis

and I remember how you

laugh at  her

like always

and you say –

30 minutes more

granmoun fanm

and we hear the mop wagon

amid curses

rattle off to the elevator

and we reengage

and  reassess

and point

your lavender painted toes


and in the end

I press my face

into the pillows that are slightly

scented with a detergent

that remind me


of the Rodeway Inn

on the east side of Denver.

4 thoughts on “White curtains

  1. Hmmmm holidays times…with and without family…usually happily awaited,,,often ‘lacking’ (or more) after…and then ‘ordinary time’…Not a fan of that…You left me behind in the ‘Northeast’ longing for your palm trees….See you changed your ‘ending’…”tight lines’….happy 2014~

    • I think that your comment is in reference to the next post, “Thoughts on: 2014”, but thanks for reading, Nancy. “Tight lines” is a fishing salutation that sort of means good luck fishing. Not sure that I really like it that much, but it will do until I think of something else.

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