a rogue strand of sunlight
fights through the curtains,
falling across my neck
as i lie face-down on the bed.
i hear the sounds of waves
crashing against the beach
and the huff and puff
of someone behind me.
i smell the ocean air,
mixed with cheap motel
and the scent of sweat,
alcohol, and other fluids.
i see people strolling
the boardwalk outside,
and the television reflects
a pair of thrusting hips.
i taste the drugs
still on my tongue.
and they are bittersweet,
filled with regret.
but i do not feel a thing.
neither inside nor out,
and at least -- for this --
i am thankful.
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