January 25, 2011
I show my passport to an unsmiling
guardian who waves me through,
cross the border in silence.
The light falls somewhere else.
I cast no shadow as
takes me towards the Centre
of the former empire that built roads.
Calvin Harris is in my ears and he gets all the girls
while my “I’ll be there soon” shoots out into the ether to
prime her embrace
Soon our lips will feel unfamiliar again,
and I will still smell her on my hands while
carries my bite marks back to the land
of beer and lawmakers
My dog barks in my memory.
I want to close my eyes
But the view allows only for wonders
while people exclaim and exclaim,
over coffee and wine and statues and houses and roads
that carry the weight of our photos,
and the fountains that swallow our coins