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you stay, by will alone,
unconcerned by ghosts
of what should have been.
If you were a caterpillar,
you would fold
drop your skin
to the bottom
like a robe,
And you would digest yourself....
Gray on gray, the large mirror gathers shapes
in its frame, settling into a dark composition:
Rodeway Inn. The familiar motel room design
fulfills its function: to isolate, to mimic comfort
with its illusion of privacy.