after the first beer
everyone is loose and laughing
the band plays covers of American songs
you look around the club
recognize a few students from school
you wonder how Vibeke and Margrethe
know so many people
Margrethe says a lot of the guys are navy
on leave from the ships in the harbor
explains how to tell which country
they’re from
Brits wear Doc Martens, get smashed
and start brawls
Americans wear tennis shoes, say please
and thank you, wear letter jackets
Norwegians’ shoes are nondescript, but their
hair is usually dark and their sweaters hand-knit
(if they look like blond Norwegians
they’re probably Swedes)
everyone seems more mature than your friends at home
more relaxed, nothing to prove
much more testosterone, that’s for sure
you’ve never been around so many young people
having fun, letting off steam
so many people dancing and free
coming back from the bathroom
you see him
the speed skater
sitting in a corner
laughing with a bunch of guys