Ninety Six

Sifting through the hotel smells, she found feelings she thought she'd felt all the way through.
But then there they were, waiting for her hidden in a city between sheets and towels and Bible pages.
She’d call the slivers an old newness or lost discoveries or something if she were That Type.
But she felt them like uncomfortable hiding places and mean ghosts.
She went in the bathroom to unwrap the soaps.