Weekend Away

Remember Travel?

This Airbnb is stylish form, zero function;

Eames chair on-point,

but the only water sources,

upstairs. Wifi consistently inconsistent, and

Hulu keeps buffering, buffering…

instead we watch something godawful about a drug cartel.

That night, I have nightmares.

We eat out!

There’s bird poop on my chair and the service

pre-climate change glacially slow

still

we are happy to be with happy people,

grateful for those serving us. We leave a big tip.

In the Berkshires, it smells like spring,

lilacs and mown grass. Why do I want to cry?

I forgot what this feels like, being a tourist,

waking up and not knowing where I am.

To get this chance after so long

to finally be properly homesick.