Precious Little Life

My body's a motel, all I sell is vacancy
I need to be empty to have agency
Provide you the space and give you some room
A vessel to hold and for you to consume

Praying for answers, waiting patiently
Chewing scripture, swallow faithlessly
I regret to inform you, but God's not a man
And when they forget, then what is your plan?

My body's a motel, all I sell is vacancy

I wish I could pretend that I do not remember
The names of everyone who's loved me
Bark from the oak, a tree uprooted from its home
Teaches its language to strays
They howl to the stars convinced the night
Can hear them
& I never have the guts to wonder
What it answers
On the subway, I lean too close to strangers
& then ask them for permission to sit
A few houses down a boy buries his palms
Into his pockets & brands this neighborhood with a 9 mm pistol
There is no proper way to describe the absence
Left by the leaving
I have met my best friend many times over
I have met my brother many times over
My body's a motel, all I sell is vacancy
What purpose do I have when I am full?



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Adame
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