The Hotel Clerk
12 March 2006
Chrystal chandeliers, bright lights overhead,
she looked at the reflections in a wall of glass
tapping into the imaginary,
strolling slowly through the hotel lobby,
revealing much, revealing nothing, reveling
in being watched, in being inside a champagne blouse.
Reaching the desk, she declared her intention
with her name, an American express black card,
and what passed for a penetrating look.
What she could not possibly have imagined
was that the hotel clerk staring at her face
seeing nothing real with which to focus upon
had just that morning lost her mind,
in a manner of speaking, having poisoned
her husband's morning orange juice, eggs, and ham.
"Excuse me, are you paying attention to me?"
The hotel clerk smiled generically, offering
a form and a pen and an electronic key,
imagining two alien creatures inside
the champagne blouse eating away her breasts.
"Thank you, welcome to our hotel."
© 2006, Satya J. Gabriel