in the Easter-
yellow-tiled bathroom
of our one room
three month lease
he tells me while
brushing his teeth
about how his grand-
parents honeymooned
here
(converted motel)
(Birmingham Alabama)
(Big City South)
(view of the parking lot)
I think of their
first-time
missionary
and wonder if
it hurt
or if they talked after
about their grandparents’ honey-
moon or if they expected
their granddaughterson to share
a bed with me
behind one of these re-
painted doors
By Delaney Porter
poetry