Tourists by Aaron Sandberg

Before we broke for good,

we tried to explain to the local

volunteering to take our picture

by waving our desperate hands

and moving our foreign tongues

that his finger was over our lens,

and that we were passing through,

and that we weren’t from this place,

and that we didn’t share a language,

and that he had to keep the camera still,

and even before this, we weren’t in focus,

and we were always blurring in the frames.