Conrad

A hounds-tooth coat, pockets are bulging with Nebutal bought from some doctor
 Who also was bought to keep those pockets full
 The face was lost, partly recovered, I'm half asleep, half in a frenzy
 One side tries to smile enough for two
 Pictures remain, split at the image
 Cupboards well-stocked with things to diminish
 The pain that comes with clarity
 And mirrors in well-lit rooms
 She checks in at dwindling daylight, a week up front, asks not to be bothered
 The registry will show her mother's name
 Locks the door, sits on the bed just a minute before she picks her purse up
 From the floor, she's pulling out what she needs
 Warming her wrists in promising water
 Somebody's love, another one's daughter
 Readies herself
 Apologizing to the motel maids
 Double edged and super blue, vertically letting the life from you
 Casting a new darkness through the room
 Angels lay their odds on you, know not quite what they should do
 Only that they can't quite tear themselves from the view