Wednesday, May 9, 2018

Studying Abroad, 1996

Do you need so many pictures of Stonehenge?
A picture from every different angle?
And just as many pictures of Big Ben?
You want to keep them, but you’re a guest here,
not family.
Call your mom and boyfriend from a red telephone booth
that smells like piss.
You put on a black clubbing dress—does it have to be so short?
And chunky black heels, and you ride the Tube.
You are intoxicated by the sights and sounds and pints of cider.

1 comment:

  1. This poem is related to "Visiting Hours" below. The prompt was to write two 10-line poems: one about a place you love, and one about a place you don't like as much. Then you were supposed to mash the two poems together, but I didn't like how that turned out compared to the two poems separately, so here they are! A fun exercise...