feeling the beating sun through the truck window, smelling hot concrete and exhaust fumes drifting across the road, parking in the striped lot next to paying motel guests, seeing the orange room doors and remembering the smell of cold canned air and rough bed coverlet, telling the attendant at the front desk we had stayed there, we stayed there six weeks one small room four of us two beds zero jobs, we stayed there six weeks and befriended the manager, we stayed there six weeks eating sticky honey buns from the gas grocery bait shop across the street, we stayed there six weeks one hot summer and the manager told us to come back and use the pool any time, we stayed there six weeks diving down into the artificially blue water, judgmental glare of the sun dancing on white concrete walls, surrounded by the sting of chlorine and uncertainty that turned our eyes red, diving down to catch pennies my dad threw, diving to catch pennies he was trying to catch too
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