Cast-Offs

I left my book in the hostel.

It was cheap enough to be a hostel,

but really it was just a cheap hotel.

I know where I left it.

It was under the sheets.He said reading was overrated. He said he wanted to go see a

bullfight.

Blood and matadors.

How Spanish.

I wanted to see coastlines

and chapels

and remnants of Turkish invaders. The romance and the

colour.

By the time I got to Portugal,

I was alone.

He hadn't finished sampling

all the Spanish beer

and I really wish I'd remembered my book.

Catherine Sweet

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