Postcards from Mont Blanc

Slept in loft,
Frenchmen fucking each other in sleeping bag next to me,
Oh, Antoine! Antoine! Michel! Mon dieu!
Opened window, it was stifling.
French believe cold air causes malaria.
Maldelaire! Maldelaire!
Tried reasoning. No fucking mosquitoes at this altitude.
He threw a piton,
and narrowly missed my neck.

French went to sleep. Had to piss
—no bathroom. Pissed out window.
Phil pushed me out.
Kept pissing as I fell.

Wish you were here:
rocks look like construction equipment
abandoned when the rules changed.