LIFE Poem: Hospitality at the End of the Night, by Hugh Blewett

You see
I would love to invite you over to my dirty little house on the edge of los angeles underneath the dying
palm tree
on a hill of dust and sand

but unfortunately I have no room as I have too many characters
here residing with me;
sleeping on the couch,
and underneath the dining room table,
and on top of the washing machine that is adjacent to the kitchen as it rumbles through the night
doing my laundry,
and my roommates’ laundry,
and my roommates’ girlfriends’ laundry too

No, I would love to have you come over to my house in los angeles,
with its blue stairs leading up a hill into the darkness of the night
but as I said I have no room;
and my roommates have been kind enough
to let these character share our space for a time and I cannot impose upon them any further
But let me know when you make your plans and buy your airline tickets and I will see if these
characters are still with me then
or if nally I have saved the document and turned o my laptop for the night.

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