The Hotel Sublime

I am the lobby
You are the parrot in the cage

The man named Amanda
gallantly opens the door
for the boa lady. The boa
she wears today snags
the eye–red, gold, jungle
green, and turquoise.
Her father made the boa
out of fallen feathers, so
much did he love birds.

The desk clerk notices the two
of them and pretends not to.
The man named Amanda’s
rent is three months in arrears.
The Hotel Sublime pipes in sea
breeze, a kind of Zoloft (TM)
for the gloomy lobby air,
but the couple finds no fault
with the drab environment.
They float in the newness of love.

I am the elevator
You are the hat lady, singing

Step inside. I will take you
wherever you wish to go.

Robin Reagler is the executive director of Writers in the Schools (WITS) in Houston, Texas. Each year WITS serves 20,000 students in grades K-12 with long-term literary programs. Reagler also heads the WITS Alliance, a national consortium of over 20 literary arts education groups. Through the alliance, she consults with writers starting new programs in the U.S. and Canada. She earned an MFA from the Iowa Writers Workshop and a Ph.D. from the University of Houston’s creative writing program. Her poems have been published in Ploughshares, North American Review, American Letters & Commentary, Denver Quarterly, Iowa Review, and VOLT. Her chapbook, Dear Red Airplane, was published by Seven Kitchens Press.
*Photo courtesy of Seth Sawyers.
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