Airbnb

Imagine arriving at house beautiful,

someone’s home, unburdened of

personal effects.

A temporary code to access entry,

the weight of a nickel-brass key

abandoned to another life.

Rooms decorated to a minimalist

simplicity, the space itself expansive,

clearing the mind.

Bedrooms empty, full of ghosts of

guests past, take up residence on

beds, tangle among

the assembled accent pillows and

bolsters; empty closets full of

anticipation for this sojourn.

Plush performance bath towels

soak up wet edges of a long night,

free from the settled conventions

of a previous life–like spring

tucked in winter,

lay buried under new skin.