the seoul intercontinental hotel

It was my first time
laying wide awake, when darkest,
just before dawn

circadian non-rhythmic, the initial reprogramming
otherworldly high of lack of things
disoriented, my hormones swaying

clustered in a suite with the closeness of others,
I existed for the first time

in some other, small world
restless little legs carried me
to a cool grey floor, the marble
chilled me like a mausoleum,
the ceiling, floating further away
as I lay by the bidet

far from counting hours,
I waited for the sun.

March 2014