The sun came through the blinds at a slant
casting long light streaks on the opposite wall.

How many days had I been here? 

I hadn't eaten for days. The hotel shower was comforting in a way
running hot water is comforting.

I thought of the life I left behind in Sacramento, the stray dogs
who circled the block, hungry and desperate for what?

I thought of slapping you, he said. I thought of taking your arm and
twisting it behind your back. I thought of pushing you hard against the wall,

you know, the wall with the 11x14 matted in brown of a waterfall?

I know that wall I said, isn't a waterfall,
It's a cityscape.