Terminal Motel & 2 other new poems by Leah Mueller

TERMINAL MOTEL Terminal Motel: garish orange neon, missing several letters blinks its welcome to two hitchhikers thirty miles east of Laredo. He clutches a battered guitar case, she hoists a backpack filled with torn sundresses. They haven’t fought yet, but Continue reading Terminal Motel & 2 other new poems by Leah Mueller