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Hostel Negotiations

written by: Jordan Trethewey

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I beat a stumbling retreat—
Celtic dance beats on George Street
after kissing a wooden Puffin,

not the cod I hoped
would innumerate me
another honorary Newfoundlander.

I totter in line,
need a submarine sandwich
bun to sponge me into sobriety.

The hostel smells—
newsprint and dry rot,
not that it matters

unfurling a footlong
in front of the common room TV.
Two fellow travellers return

early as well,
without food,
yet are hungry.

Sauced, I eat
while the twosome tear
at their own wrappers,

gnaw at one another’s lips.
Unsure of my reality,
I cannot distinguish

whether I'm casually viewing,
or witnessing porn.
The actors, as usual,

pay me no mind.
I’ve seen worse
while ravenously intoxicated.

Not being one to pass up
a storyteller’s wet dream,
I consider staying put,

but choose to forego
an awkward money shot,
in favour of salty doorstep air—

the opportunity to regale
others on the way in
with my revisions.

Jordan Trethewey

Jordan Trethewey

Jordan Trethewey is a writer and editor living in Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada. His new, frightening book of verse, Spirits for Sale, is now available on Amazon from Pskis Porch Publishing. Some of his work found a home in publications such as Burning House Press, Visual Verse, CarpeArte Journal, Fishbowl Press, The Blue Nib, Red Fez, Spillwords, and Nine Muses Poetry. Jordan is an editor at Red Fez, and a regular guest editor at The Ekphrastic Review. His poetry has also been translated in Vietnamese and Farsi.
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