Night Hotel
Ashley D. Escobar
Can you livestream
in the night hotel?
I’m waiting for you in pigtails
and a tennis skirt. I’m at the foot
of everyone’s midlife crisis.
We’re in a post-Bret Easton Ellis world
the world we write is the world we live in
wasn’t that the New York School?
I’d have a Coke with you
but your teeth would rot. Your teeth
are most precious a neighborhood of
pre-gentrification dive bars to smoke inside.
People are afraid
to merge but this isn’t a freeway.
There are no signs
of life besides the bellhop.
We don’t have bags, only desires.
Drive us into the Hudson
in a rented Jaguar as I give you head.
My teeth stay hidden
Followers will theorize
our disappearance. Found footage conspiracy
Norman Fucking Rockwell
was born
a few blocks away. You’re buying an eighth
for fifteen. I’m drifting toward room service.
I would go out tonight, but my phone
isn’t charged.
I would go out tonight, but when
you return, we’ll just fall asleep.
snuggle bear
Ashley D. Escobar
you let omw
autocorrect
to On My Way!
every time
you’re on
the bus
at 2:33 am
coming
home
from an open mic
my anxiety walks
are on doordash
weaning
off hard liquor
no one says
they’re so
fucked
up anymore
i’m fucked up
on missing you
i share my love
in bursts
of odd behavior
i don’t simp
i yearn
i cuddle bunny
i snuggle monster
i i former loiterer
now curled up
with eve babitz
until we fuck
i’ll never
remove
my négligée
Ashley D. Escobar is a bi-coastal writer, filmmaker, and curator of chaos. Her first poetry chapbook SOMETIMES came out with Invisible Hand Press in 2021.