Hotel In Paris
Ever since I learned that the word “Relationship” can have its letters rearranged to spell “Hotel in Paris,” I can’t stop using them interchangeably.
I had a one-night stand and it turned into a Hotel in Paris.
After finally getting into a Hotel in Paris, I extended my stay for way, way too long.
In the absence of Hotels in Paris, I developed parasocial Hotels in Paris.
The process of growing up is the process of being an adult in Paris Hotels.
Imagine this scenario:
We ride our bikes
We run 50 miles a week
We do cryptic crosswords and 2000 piece puzzles
We play Italo disco and lo-fi study girl beats
We sleep with a small dog between us
SirRealism and MadameRealism are daily occurrences and both respect each other
We intellectually wander
We take hot showers
We listen to podcasts about French jam
All this is a pretty accurate description of my current Hotel in Paris.
Imagine this scenario:
You are hearing this poem in a room full of life’s recurring people. Everyone in this room is responsible for each other’s well-being, because we keep coming back into each other’s lives every day, week, month, or season. In this room we want to see and be seen and grow from that. Isn’t that the point of every Hotel in Paris? To be checked in somewhere, and not out in the cold? To coexist in chosen places, and love through the walls.
Michael F. Gill lives in Boston and creates poetry, music, podcasts, and puzzles, all of which can be found at http://www.bbtp.net. He is currently listening to disco and running to the bakery.
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