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The Hotel
By Sara Kresge
Carroll Community College, Westminster, MD
Sometimes I check into the hotel,
usually right before bedtime. Sometimes I stay out.
On the nights I return to my room,
I avoid chatting with the innkeeper and the landlord;
I am all out of small talk,
and personal conversations lead to painful,
disappointed looks I cannot bear.
I usually ignore the other residents, as well,
for years of rivalry has turned me off
to their constant company.
So I slink up to my bedroom,
the only sanctuary I’m allowed,
and there I’ll stay until another opportunity
to temporarily check out arrives.
I cannot remember how or why
my home became a hotel.
But I do remember when my parents
told me that they loved me,
but did not particularly like me.
I’m almost certain, at least
that was when I stopped being Daddy’s
little girl, and became
the household hermit.
Faculty Contact:
Dr. Jody Nusholtz, Associate Professor of English
This poem was submitted for the "Poetry for the Mind's Joy" project and is reproduced here with permission from the author. All rights reserved.
