and it's black down here
like you wouldn't imagine.
boy, it really is.

seat starched
ass of cinematography
and only the backs
of your eyes show it.

vomit inducing back,
hard hitting and painful/
this marks real life.

2.5 hours
of unadulterated foreplay
with the rain-soaked hair
and pale skin in portrait landscapes

but brutally,
an aftermath of un-wanting
when you make it back- back
to the Travelodge house.