The discretionary sign
hung from the doorknob
of the door to the room
in dallas in a holiday inn
untouched by your hand
for three long dog days
it waved to the house-
keepers like a wind sock
come clean another day
buy me time to neatly lay
plastic in the bathroom
compose a goodbye note
load the pistol with only
one bullet or reconsider
2004
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