Room 241
by Catherine Lee

Echoes of beauty are everywhere,
Once elegant eyebrows now wedged
On her forehead like two coracles
Run aground on sallow shoals,
Expensive lipstick pasted on
By unsteady hands resting
On a pallid cream shawl.

She looks without seeing.
I smile without meaning.

Breath travels slowly over
The rolling gravel in her throat.
Fluttering lashes close like a crow
Shot from the sky. It strains
For the moon on its descent.
I cannot sit back all the way,
Unwilling to settle into the smell.

Following her lead,
I quietly slip away.

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