*Please note that this doesn't really have to do with Cambodia directly. But I wrote it a week or two ago and I thought it captured some of my feelings on traveling in general.
I peel the labels off bottles,
first: out of nervousness
because social interactions
are often too laborious
for my awkward little mind,
initiating a policy of isolationism
with the rest of humankind.
Second reason
while others collect stamps
and tossed out things, used,
I prefer the labels off the bottles
of all the world's booze
Singh, Corona, Stella Artois
Heineken, Heferweisen
Gallo, Angkor
A mound of labels begin
to pile into place
maybe it's a part of a higher
aspiration of world peace,
across culture and race,
hands held together from
Afghanistan to Belize.
Or maybe its the thought of
of a kitsch labeled table
or of a lamp
to revamp my apartment
and the prospect of an "ooh and awe"
from strangers and friends,
a far more likely reason.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
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