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The problem with tourists

I am convinced

that I'm a tourist on this planet,

in this body.

 

Things like knowing where my legs are,

or existing in the company of a spider,

shouldn't be such causes for

bewilderment and hysteria,

but they are.

 

And this is besides my awkwardness

with other human beings.

I attribute this to their being tourists too.

Why else would they take lots of pictures

and leave garbage everywhere?

 

It's like our bus broke down,

and we're surviving in ramshackle forts,

looking out with binoculars

and waving flags made of Hawaiian shirts.

 

It must be appalling,

and not a little shocking,

to the natives.

Quiet and peaceful, the plants and animals

watch us from a distance,

at once unnerved and giggling

just a little bit,

as they watch us stumble about

and run shrieking from the spiders.

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Sep 13, 2013
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