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Red Roof Inn Poem




[I couldn't love him longer than it took
to get from Cincinnati to Louisville.]





Of course I remember his name-

it's somewhere, stuck between the tip
of my tongue and my vulva,
always roped off from my heart.
He had doe-hide brown hair
and blunt fingertips.
Voice that murmured down my arm.
Talked to me about cunts
and promises,
how she broke him into three
moments before
we struck up the conversation.
She didn't love him.
Before, then or ever

and I could only pretend long enough
to learn his name
in the Red Roof Inn
a couple blocks from my destination.



Author notes

I had written two for the contest... but could only
submit one. This was the more "Me" poem that
I wrote.



(admit it, it is more me...)

another poem that was written for Zayra's Bus contest.

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  • poet2angels gold member
    January 1, 2007

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    hehe

    Another unique and vivid poem that only you can do.....Meli style
    Love it....lol
    Lynda


    • Annalise
      January 1, 2007
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      Ah. Thank you. I have a style! Meli style. I like the ring of that.


  • Jaden silver member
    December 30, 2006
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    I like this one . . . worded very well.


  • Ariosto II. gold member
    December 30, 2006

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    Now the Red Roof in figures high in my private mythology, being the first motel I and my future wife #2 co-habited in.
    Such a prosaic place for such shinanigans, but better than a hay loft I suppose.

    I'm not sure of relationships forged on greayhound busses in the short ride twixt Cincinnatti and Louisville but it appears you have survived with all parts intact.
    Good one!

    • Annalise
      December 30, 2006
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      Interesting

      the red roof inn plays into mine, also. Even more so then this little poem speaks of. Ah, when life was still young.

      I always survive with all parts intact. I don't know if it's a blessing, but it's my special superpower. Survival.

      Thank you.


  • S A Adelmann
    December 29, 2006
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    It's more you.


  • Lorve Laura
    December 29, 2006

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    I feel like I've been there before. I love it. It's so distinctly vivid and it calls to me. I felt like I was in your shoes.


  • SurelyWritten
    December 29, 2006
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    your naughty side is fun to read about.


  • Dienush
    December 29, 2006

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    I love this poem. The atmosphere is very vivid and the descriptions are really good. Also, you have used word economy efficiently. Thanks for sharing. This is very beautiful.

    ~Diana

  • Melissa Gayle gold member
    December 29, 2006
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    hot damn.


  • -ButterflyCuts-
    December 29, 2006
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    you dutty girl!

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