Dance Bars and Hotel Rooms
May 26, 2025
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a poem by CA Craig
Dance bars and hotel rooms.
What is escape,
when doors are no more?
Have you dreamed
of pathways before?
A path between the two,
navigating the experience
of no longer.
It grows stronger by the day.
Fuck this noise.
Fuck this street,
the lights won’t lead
me forward
anymore.
Did you forget
that maps only mislead?
Trauma is the guide
to misguided love.
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