Guest Water

The Airbnb sink, a shallow white.

I filled the glass, just wanted to wash

that road dust down, the conference dull hum

still in my ears.

Took a long gulp.

It wasn't right.

A metallic tang,

sweet almost, but not good.

Warm on my tongue,

leaving a film,

like something left behind.

It settled heavy in my gut.

Not home water.

Not mine.

A secret taste,

this city keeps.