Rubie Marie

She’s been cocooned in a room at the hotel
Rubie Marie for three weeks.
There have been no outgoing calls.
The inside of room 221 looks like a scrapbook –

the walls padded with a mosaic of photos,
all the same small face:

a smile like a dark crease in white bedsheets,
layers of gray on the side of a milk carton.

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