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.
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...
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