Room 97

August 19, 2011

That one was a classroom,
first floor, fourth door,
one plastic signbearer
which should hold a
paper that read 1-B,
but held instead
the face of some Wolfsburg
defender; and
at Morgen the hallway
a bath of light
and I wished i could just
go straight, become
the light ‒ but I’d have reached
the baths instead,
reign of the bigs, a place
of cigarettes
‘chwas wise to avoid.

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