room with no windows

jay's mom said she once stayed 
in a hotel-room with no windows.
i think to myself that if i can pretend
this is a hotel room for however long
i live here that i will get by without
those shades of light i miss--
the orange of morning & the greyish blue 
of early dusk.
at this hotel they
made a fake window with curtains
sewn to the walls & a row of lights 
to imitate day. 
she was unaware there was no window
until the first night she flung open the curtains 
to find the lights.
i imagine what it would be like to fling open
all curtains to find the same row of bulbs
instead of the street below or 
the skeleton of a tree by the house. 
i bring curtains into my room & i don't make
just one window, 
i make as many as will fit
on the walls-- small windows large windows 
windows in the shape of pentagons
& small thin windows.
i cut curtains to fold across 
each of these shapes & lights
to hid beneath them.
before bed i turn some lights on
& some lights off. 
i pretend my windows are each open to a different place 
i've never been but want to go.
this room is a hotel everywhere.
this room is world of curtains.
this room is where i will sleep
& wake up somewhere different each day.
forgetting this all i'll sometimes
step up to a window 
as if to look out & i will remind myself
that just like a hotel
i'm not entirely anywhere.