Breakfast at the Infinity Hotel
…………Ask me what would happen
if there were infinity more hotel rooms
……and inside them, infinity more versions
of us. Would each couple still drift
between the sheets like passing taxis
…….ordering room service under the pseudonym
…..we’re so bad? Yes it’s great to be dripping
this midnight oil around your navel
but there are other uses for it, it descales
…..the eyes like a dream. Last night, slammed
…..shut as a clamshell, you nuzzled my tattoo
of a fishbowl – why isn’t there a fish
you asked as I let you kiss the water
…..the water that sustains the rooms above us
millions of you
…..sagging in the gutter
……….of millions more of me.
Rebecca Bird was born in 1991 and grew up in Devon. She has previously been published in journals including The Rialto, Cake, The Interpreter’s House, Envoi, The Bakery and Poetry Quarterly. Her debut chapbook Shrinking Ultraviolet is published by Eyewear Publishing.
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