I Booked a Hotel Under My Maiden Name
The clerk smiled like he'd seen this before. Maybe he had. Maybe everyone has.
Married twelve years. Never took his name on paper, only on mail.
Used the old name for the reservation like a costume.
Walking into the lobby felt like being someone else's brave.
He was already upstairs.
For six hours I was not a mother, not an employee, not a wife.
I was a woman who chose a key card over a conscience.
Checkout email went to the wrong account once. I fixed it before anyone woke up.
That near miss lives in my jaw when I clench at night.
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