Photo Book

The bus rides on the 265 and the sliding

back-and-forth from one grocery trip

to the next. The raincoats in Dublin.

The Halloween nights at Five Guys

where we ate so many fries

one of us puked outside the Froebel dorm.

The trips to Heathrow, the stop-and-go

tube rides and giving our seats to priests

when it was hot and we didn’t want

good men to stand. The Oyster cards

hard in our hands when we’d forget

where they were. The waffles in Amsterdam

dripping with red light.

That Edinburgh night when we drank

so much that we felt lost right in front

of the Castle Rock hostel. The filthy cheeseburgers.

The mushy peas, how we wondered in Oxford

how much meat you could fit into a pie.

The top of the Eiffel being much less impressive

than we thought it would be, but

it was nothing. Not like everything else.