Room Service

Hotel beds remind. The pink powder scent and unyielding sheets. Toes pushing up against clinging cotton, fingers drawing on threaded walls – there are things the body remembers in a room that hums.

Bath. Wine. Bed. I said at the start.

No room service? you replied.

And I said that it would come … but much, much later in the night.

Joanne Piechota photography at body, remember

Image: Joanne Piechota

Published by Eidyia

I am only three things for sure - an Atheist, a Feminist, and a Writer - one who obsesses over the grand themes of love, memory and connection.

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