Dance Bars and Hotel Rooms

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.