717, 719, 721,
Ice machine,
723, 725, food tray.
Half eaten lobster, strawberries, oyster shells.
A woman screams behind the plain door–
It’s comforting
at least someone is screaming.
Glenn Lyvers is winner of Midwest Literary Magazine’s Best Poet Award (2009) – and a Wolfson Award winner in short fiction by Indiana University. His most recent publication is “Glenn Lyvers – Midwest Collection” (isbn:978-0-557-13318-5, http://lyvers.com). Glenn requires a hand written note from your great great grandmother prior to being consulted.
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Posted on January 2, 2010 in Humour/Satire
10 Responses to “THE HOTEL • by Glenn Lyvers”
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January 2nd, 2010 at 4:49 am
Simply brilliant.
January 2nd, 2010 at 5:48 am
Those hotels always feel as if there are no real people there. Spot on!
January 2nd, 2010 at 7:19 am
While we’re being calloused, did you ever think it’s YOUR great great grandmother behind that plain, unmarked door?
January 2nd, 2010 at 7:24 am
Maybe if it rhymed.
January 2nd, 2010 at 10:55 am
Cool!
Roberta, what if it was his great great grandmother? Just because you’re old doesn’t mean you can’t scream.
January 2nd, 2010 at 11:44 am
Very well done.
For reasons I can’t explain, the lobster being only half eaten really seals this one for me.
January 2nd, 2010 at 7:53 pm
Simple and provocative…
January 3rd, 2010 at 6:44 am
Amy – Hotels have the false reputation of harboring rich people who do nothing. Thus: at least she screamed, that’s not absolutely nothing. I meant: someone is screaming. Pick YOURSELF up and do something, don’t comfort yourself by thinking she is less real than you are.
January 3rd, 2010 at 8:53 am
Roberta, I see what you mean/t. I was thinking that perhaps it wasn’t that sort of scream
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January 11th, 2010 at 11:04 pm
I’m kinda leanin’ toward your way of thinking on that, Amy–although I like the ambiguity.