Yolanda Wears Melissa’s Skin into Selena’s Hotel Room

I will be the name you pass around the house on your good china.

I will be the clap before the lights go off.

I’ll have assistants.

I’ll say to them, “What’s the update on the 41C?”

I will have codes like “41C.”

I will take baths and dry off with wads of cash.

I will have sex and then more sex.

I’ll order food with confidence.

I’ll never be behind bars again.

I will run up the stairs then down the stairs

then down the stairs.

I will make it to this hotel room, where

I know where she is.

I want to show her my new body.

I want her to know that it’s me,

that it’s really been me,

after all this time.

She’ll know.

She’ll know right away.

I sneak my way into the lobby.

I ask the right questions.

I feel giddy in my new skin.

I stretch it just for good measure.

I get a key card.

I knock on the door.

I slip the key in with pleasure.

I say, “Surprise! It is me.”

But the room is empty.

Where is she?