THE HOTEL LIFSHIN IS NO LONGER SERVING MEALS or, anything else. She stopped serving men whose women were in law school and wanted to shipwreck in her thighs decades ago. Now she's had it, being a stopping off place for those looking for housing, wild to see the Smithsonian, or driving coast to coast. She doesn't want to have to cook or talk. She no longer has room in her bed or her kitchen except for poetry books and the cat. She's done enough charming, doesn't want to vacuum your hair from her rug. Having you breathing the air in her house makes her feel as suffocated as whole families climbing each other in gas chambers for the last breath that wasn't death NUTMEG MADONNA too much of her and you hallucinate
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