The Hundredth Sheep

The hotel flaunts its pillow menu,
and you are seriously searching
for that hundredth sheep.
Will the hypo-
allergenic puff promote
wings on your brows,
can a casing of buckwheat hulls
invert the night’s torches?
Perhaps a macrobiotic
support of flowers and herbs
will facilitate that float
through primeval mizzle.

But there is a clinical cut
to the first, the second
reminds you of camping
on an ant hill, and the third
brings on conjunctivitis.

You take the redeye
home and discover
your bedroom
looks like an album cover.
You toast the band
with messages floating
in brandy bottles.

© Lori Romero