Placing a certain aesthetic
above pleasure she
would not abide touch
even at her own hands
to be spread akimbo
for sweet chaos
on wrinkled sheets or blankets set
disinterestedly askew.
Hotel rooms suited
her unencumbering
instincts -
maid service, dusted draperies,
immaculate bathroom floors --
aphrodisiac of the spare,
one woman's bare
traction for her friction.
Those hours her demons run free
in Clutter-world
while she indulges
first herself then
pretty boys & wash-and-wear men
she will soon send
to perform empty little chores
in unkempt rooms
To whose disorder they add
photos of her rainbow slip
flags from exotic countries,
& of themselves, baggage checked atop
the girl in the girl in the woman
veering toward checkout time
as demons watch in wait
outside the last hotel room.
October 2011