Sometimes Europe Thinks about Me
Sometimes Europe thinks about me
and wonders why I haven’t visited.
Like how come I’ve never checked out
the Louvre or Big Ben or Amsterdam
or whatever. But I feel like Europe
just likes to think it knows everything
and that it can never ever be wrong
and that no one who isn’t Europe
ever has money or time problems
to deal with. I think it’s really arrogant
of Europe to just assume I wouldn’t love
to come over. Maybe go out for dinner
with it. Maybe spend the night.
Maybe see what happens next, maybe
just see how things go. And it’s not like
I don’t think about Europe. Sure I do.
I like how everyone just assumes
they know everything that’s going on
with me. It’d be nice if someone
asked me what I think about it for once.