after Cornell

this time there is a hotel from my dreams
it is pink, has five stories & three major
wings. it could be a museum surrounded by birch
trees in winter and it could be night time the pink
like the pale flesh of an ex-lover before the day
turns everything normal. there is a frame with corners
rounded into the scene. the frame itself
is dark with a glittery, starry decoration. I have
roomed at this hotel, in uncertain night.
The street outside is dark with dirty snow.
are there people in the foreground,
the size of insects, or are there specks of dirt
at the bottom of the facade?


There are other parts, done trying to find my way into several of Cornell's boxes. This was the only one mildly successful. Cornell was a twentieth century artist who composed paintings/sculptures by putting objects into small boxes.