she opened the window at the empire hotel
it might have been before or after she fell
shadow of a doubt wasn’t really a tell
the trace she left was a wish in a well
Empire Hotel
Empire Hotel
the twist in her hair was a only meant for a few
it might have been a sign of something she knew
the pattern on the floor was a hexagram cross
the stem of each flower was a measure of loss
Empire Hotel
Empire Hotel
the clothes in her closet were once worn in a play
it might have been real it depends on the day
he took her from the bay cause that is what he does
she might have been naked its true that she was
Empire Hotel
Empire Hotel
the tower she climbs is a thing made of smoke
or a mirror held up to a promise he broke
the scene falls away in a telescope view
she falls like a doll or an actor on cue
Empire Hotel
Empire Hotel
he falls to his knees like a suit full of breath
the wood of the stair smells like cedar and death
she stares at the painting through the back of her head
the twist in her hair is in a book that she read
Empire Hotel
Empire Hotel
