a hound's tooth coat pockets are bulging
  with nebutal bought from some doctor
  who also was bought to keep those pockets full
  the face was lost but partly recovered
  so half asleep and half in a frenzy
  one side tries to smile enough for two
  pictures remain split at the image
  cupboards well-stocked with things to diminish
  the pain that comes with clarity and mirrors in well-lit rooms
  she checks in at dwindling daylight
  a week up front asks not to be bothered
  the registry will show her mother's name
  locks the door sits on the bed just a minute before
  she picks her purse up off the floor
  pulling out what she needs
  warming her wrists in promising water
  somebody's love another one's daughter
  readies herself apologizing to the motel maids
  double-edged and super blue
  vertically letting the life from you
  casting a new darkness through the room
  angels lay their odds on you
  know not quite what they should do
  only that they can't quite tear themselves from the view