thepalms

I clean up rooms at a few different motels. This job used to get me down, because I chose to see it like it meant I was without ambition. I was hanging with a fella who wouldn’t ever dare lower…

Regular yellow light spills over his things, illuminating them in a new shade.

The pigeons broke apart when some crows flew down.

Sometimes I walk into glass doors and don’t react.

The thing with Jack is he’s no good with goodbyes. It’s not that Jack avoids goodbyes though. Jack is always saying goodbye, that’s the thing.

Space seemed to fold into itself; we inched closer to each other to make talking and passing the bottle easier.