{"id":16261,"date":"2020-08-01T00:00:10","date_gmt":"2020-08-01T05:00:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/?p=16261"},"modified":"2020-07-31T23:55:35","modified_gmt":"2020-08-01T04:55:35","slug":"motel-room","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/16261","title":{"rendered":"Motel Room"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>No one stops here anymore, even the staff has left<br \/>\nme as the visitors do, for days and days, unmade in limbo\u2026<\/p>\n<p>I forget how it feels to <em>hold<\/em> a body inside my gown. I\u2019m<br \/>\nweightless in my dress: smoke-rinsed brown blankets<\/p>\n<p>sun-stained curtains, sometimes my songs (fluorescent<br \/>\nhums of my bathroom) turn into\u2014<\/p>\n<p>Lord, if one is lonely enough, is everything?\u2014<br \/>\na prayer\u2014 a work toward the salvation of another\u2019s<\/p>\n<p>hands that might bless me with touch or help me find\u2014<br \/>\nLord, when will I find my own hands?<\/p>\n<p>My illuminated vacancy is embarrassing!<br \/>\nYes, I want to be filled by people<\/p>\n<p>I can love. Lord lift from my tongue<br \/>\nthis absence of deliverance and place<\/p>\n<p>me into purpose, companion<br \/>\nme as shelter. Lord I want delight<\/p>\n<p>to dance in the eyes of the next one who enters<br \/>\nas if a house could never be as beautiful<\/p>\n<p>could never come full-stock, like\u2014 I am<br \/>\nmini-fridge-bar-hair-dryer-wall-attachment-<\/p>\n<p>fifty-feet-from-the-pool, full-on ready.<br \/>\nLord, send someone to take the last<\/p>\n<p>cigarette butt leftover in my ashtray<br \/>\nand make me new again, Hallelujah!<\/p>\n<p>Amen. Wash me in your cleaning waters, Lord, remake<br \/>\nme into a palace, I\u2019m ready to hear someone call me home.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6><a href=\"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/16357\">JONATHAN BURKHALTER<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>No one stops here anymore, even the staff has left me as the visitors do, for days and days, unmade in limbo\u2026 I forget how it feels to hold a body inside my gown. I\u2019m weightless in my dress: smoke-rinsed brown blankets sun-stained curtains, sometimes my songs (fluorescent hums of my bathroom) turn into\u2014 Lord, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2211,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[65],"tags":[25],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Jypy-4eh","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16261"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2211"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=16261"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16261\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16376,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16261\/revisions\/16376"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16261"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16261"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16261"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}