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letra de hotel stalker - carmine moth

the hotel stalker
room 9 booked up as per usual…
the understudy performing alone in the dark wings
hugged me with a smile. i woke up cocooned
thats the wrong room service on the tray
go tell the desk clerk with the uncomfortable laugh
the thing in the vents has been humming since last week
they sent someone to look they were different when they came back
not wrong exactly just:
slightly further from themselves than when they went
they said: there’s nothing there but the humming never stopped
the landlord said: to ignore it
cos every second draft contains the ghost of the first
the institution cannot permit the wound to be optional
except: in the margin relative to the moth’s flight
the moon candle mimic photocopied and glitched
the last photograph taken three days before
she is laughing at something outside the frame
the thing outside the frame is gone but the laugh
is still here in the photo on the shelf in the room
she is still laughing at the thing outside the frame
that took her with it a bird landed on the sill
it looked in, saw them, and left. just chill
or burst in flames mid-confession call it absolution lag
drank from a stream choked in violet algae
screamed wrong names while dying. they were muted and dubbed
then livestreamed from a reclaimed plague hospice
autopsy room is empty, but the instruments are damp
after 90 years of rx lavender changed the script
i was hired by a research institute
to report from the border of sleep
tonight: something large moving through the peripheral
i cannot report further i am being taken
she collected small stones from the beach
which arrived in a plain envelope
as a taxidermist i kept
for myself just one small bird
which i did not stuff which i allowed to do
what birds do after its:
everything
my profession prevents
id claimed i could hear them at dusk
between the last call of what remained and the dark
and meet a woman who translated birdsong
or il collect the expressions of the newly dead
not for cruelty for accuracy the expression: he said
is the last honest thing the face does
which the living face could never achieve
there’s a room in my apartment that only exists at night

- carmine moth

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