Pigions in the wall

Pigeons are in the wall.


I drove all night to get to a place to sleep
And wait for a girl.
Every turn throughout the night was closer.
Pushing any speed limit and
Backing off.
I arrived at this seedy motel.
The attendant did not understand English.
So I handed him the room rate
And he handed me the key.
I took a shower and noticed dirt at the ring
Of the stall.
I opened my phone and called her.

“I am here”

She said she will arrive first thing in the morning
Being it 5 a.m
I didn’t have to wait long.
The cracks and creaks
The birds living in the walls.
I could hear the cooing.
So I kicked.
I kicked the wall and they got scared.
In my sleep they returned.
Stronger than ever.
Greater in numbers and
Louder this time around.

“Can I get a new room?”

He looked at me as though I was
Speaking French.
Or English.
I laid down and she knocked on the door.
The sound of fucking drowned out the
Birds.
Her screaming made them fly away
And apparently one of them
Called the cops.