Hotel Maids by D.G Geis

Artwork by Ego Schiele©

 

Pity the poor hotel maid.
She knows more about you

Than any psychiatrist or priest.
You cannot lie to her. You cannot hide.

She found your wife’s
Dildo in the night stand

And the condom you used
When you fucked your new

Secretary, She’s seen your
Soiled underwear and the

Mess you made under the
Toilet seat which you never

Bothered to clean  She knows
You jizzed the sheets in

Seattle with the optometrist you
Picked up at Happy Hour

And that you left her
Business card in the trashcan.

If you’re lucky, when you
Check out you’ll remember

To take everything with you–
Even your good name,

Which in any case, is the one
Thing she doesn’t really care about.

That’s good news for you,
The unsuspecting occupant.

Because her job is not to judge,
It’s to make certain the room is

Clean for the next
Weary traveler.

 

 

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D.G. Geis lives in Houston, Texas. He has an undergraduate degree in English Literature from the University of Houston and a graduate degree in philosophy from California State University. His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming  in 491 Magazine, Lost Coast, Blue Bonnet Review, The Broadkill Review, A Quiet Courage, SoftBlow International Poetry Journal, Blinders, Burningword Literary Journal, Poetry Scotland (Open Mouse), Crosswinds, Scarlet Leaf,  Sweet Tree, Atrocity Exhibition, Driftwood Press, Tamsen, Rat’s Ass, Bad Acid, Crack the Spine, Collapsar, Grub Street, and The Write Place at the Write Time. He will be featured in a forthcoming Tupelo Press chapbook anthologizing 9 New Poets and is winner of Blue Bonnet Review‘s Fall 2015 Poetry Contest. He is editor-at-large of Tamsen.

 

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