I
used to experience love like a hotel bed.
It was the only place I had to sleep, but I was restless because it wasn’t
mine and there were other hotel beds I could sleep in. And sex used to be easy because love was just
a hotel bed – a place to lay my head for a while before moving on, temporary,
surreal. But I always wanted a home.
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About Me
- Molly Shea
- Molly Shea is a nonfiction writer and a recreational poet in New York City. Her memoir-in-progress Love You, Mean It tells the story of how growing up in a dysfunctional matriarchal family in Southwestern Wisconsin ultimately affected her adult life. It is a story about love in the context of rape, abuse, alcohol, and hope. Molly would like to live and love happily ever after. Molly holds a Masters from The New School.
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