What I Want Is Not Available To Me No Matter How Unfair I Feel That Is

The hotel - a pink iced cake hung
with white balconies - our bathroom
mirrored - the Germans at breakfast
made you shudder with their loud voices.
We found it hard to navigate that city.
You made me stop to look at roofs
and clocks. The walk to the castle
made me sweat. You with your guide book.
I watched you lick your thumb, page through
as we sat with beer. You had to have
each moment of this experience pinned down.
You made noises about a cathedral.
I fanned with a menu
looked at the waiter's bum.