Friday, May 15, 2015

Elisa

I remember you well 
from the Cecil Hotel.

You were acting really strange
to all of us.

Did you know that you looked possessed 
on the security footage?

The last time that we would ever see you 
would be in the elevator. 
But you would leave a lasting impression
on the folks that stayed there
forever. 

Does the water taste funny to you?
Is the water pressure lower than usual?
Why is it black-- 
instead of crystal clear?

How did you get past the locked door 
that led to the roof?
Did the alarm not sound?

In the lift
you pushed all the buttons,
but the door wouldn't shut.
You stepped out.
Looked left.
Looked right.
And began talking out loud
to no one.

The toxicology report came back negative.

You ran your fingers through your hair.
Waved your arms around.
kicked against the apparition.
But to no avail. 

Exit stage left.

Then the door finally closed.
Then reopened on the next floor.
Then closed again. 
Then reopened on the next floor. 
Then closed.
And the footage ended.

Did you know that Richard Ramirez
stayed at the hotel.
Retiring there
after paying 14 dollars
for 14 nights
on the 14th floor 
and killing 14 people?

So did Jack Unterweger,
and the Black Dahlia 
with the Glasgow smile

The other guests...
They tasted you.
Bathed in you.
drank you down
and complained about you
to the management.

Before they knew that it was you--
whose body would be found 
floating in the water tank
on the roof.
Naked.

A mystery to this day.

1 comment:

  1. I got some personal requests for the footage that inspired the poem. The video of Elisa is here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jqk1Ga8-n3Y

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