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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