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The mid-century hotel room
keenly
chilled by air-conditioning
against
the wavy heat right outside the orange door
Watercolors of desert scenes on the walls
Frank S. on the
airwaves
Mid-priced
champagne in an ice bucket
The bed sheets feel deliciously cold against their legs
Swimming earlier has tired them out
in an
intoxicating, weak-kneed way
Steak and baked potato dinner with Caesar salad
no stomachaches
during the night
just matrimonial euphoria
It is six years before my entrance -
I’m
safe because I’m still in the ether
so
no fear, or thoughts of doom
I can glamorize the 1950s of my parents
but my
imagination is so wrong -
Still, I like to dream of it
as perfect


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