THE WENTWORTH
HOTEL
I’m never really
far from it;
the bed, the
rattling air-conditioner
the hot plate and portable tv,
crumbling tile and a sallow bulb
above the bathroom sink.
the hot plate and portable tv,
crumbling tile and a sallow bulb
above the bathroom sink.
A couple blocks
away
at the Deauville
Resort
Frank & Ava once played
Marilyn & Joe fought there too,
beneath the cabanas
between cocktails and waiters,
between photographs.
Frank & Ava once played
Marilyn & Joe fought there too,
beneath the cabanas
between cocktails and waiters,
between photographs.
On Miami Beach in
1979
we spent
afternoons high
and tan, then nights blowing
guys on Biscayne Boulevard
for rent and cab fare back
to our salty, mildewed room.
and tan, then nights blowing
guys on Biscayne Boulevard
for rent and cab fare back
to our salty, mildewed room.
We were
skinny-assed boys
playing at love
and out of money.
I stole anything from Woolworth’s.
Mostly candy so we could eat,
and Vaseline so we could –
I stole anything from Woolworth’s.
Mostly candy so we could eat,
and Vaseline so we could –
Jesus, we were
just kids then.
We fucked and
sucked and kissed
until the hunger was gone.
Everything was fire and hard-ons,
tricks turned and dance floors
and sweat and cigarettes and us.
until the hunger was gone.
Everything was fire and hard-ons,
tricks turned and dance floors
and sweat and cigarettes and us.
Timothy Juhl
lives in Delhi, Iowa on the banks of the Maquoketa River with his dog, Jack and
whole symphonies of wildlife. He is currently working toward his MFA and slinging breakfast and burgers as a
short-order cook surrounded by dusty farmers, full-hipped women and the ghosts
of his past. His work has appeared in the New Delta Review, The Madison Review
and other literary journals.
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