Curry

I sit in a Thai restaurant

Wait for them to remove my curry

So I can take it back with me

To my hostel room

Where I hoard hopes of constructing a fort

Prague has been a dream

Of which I am frankly unworthy

Maybe I belong among the spires

The waiters look sad

I hate speaking English to them

It makes me feel rude

I met the sweetest Brazilian girls

And I fell in love with the British Nathan

He is the whiniest gentleman

More on him later

The sugary intoxicants are catching up with me

I need to sew my skirt

That broke last night

And my shoes broke today

But I found boots today no worries

It was the loveliest day

Warm hints of a sugar leaden summer

Sunny shafts subduing the gothic romance