give you control

I’m in a hotel room in Houston, and I can’t sleep.
My smile keeps waking me up.

directly over the center of the bed
there is a hole in the ceiling
the hole has long since been patched
and the color is slightly different

the hole is exactly the size of a baseball cap
or a head band fully stretched

or the top of a head

and it makes me smile

it makes me want to jump up and down on the bed
and make another hole

and that nine inch nails song

keeps running through my head

"Head like a hole, black as your soul, I’d rather die than"