She wanted a home for her heart
For it had grown tired of motel rooms
Where you’d have to pay by the hour

With sheets that were always stained
As if love wasn’t worth the effort
To leave a clean bed behind it

And these cheap shelters were everywhere
Clustered along lonely highways
Where the moon never seemed to shine

Faceless and without names
But willing to take your money
As long as you checked out on time

Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.

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