Father & Son
by Philip Strom


He stands like he doesn't belong
The red hat, the camera,
The word tourist tattooed on his forehead
Soon we will walk up into the Mayan miracles
Sixty steps on the inside, like a sauna
The heat actually over-exposed the film

He just called his girlfriend
I love you was said
If you stand in the middle of the temples
Clapping will make the birds sing

I caught him making out with a random girl
Sweat dripped of the tip of my nose
This trip was not developing well
I tried not to focus on the negative
For I could drink cervezas on the bus

I drank a lot that day
He barely talked to me
The tour guide was from California, as well--
It will be just like old times, my ass
The empty hotel room was nice
He said the view from the top of the pyramid was really inspiring.






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