{one week in bangkok}

i have a funny relationship
with bangkok.
when we lived here
i was never
at ease
with the heat
and the noise,
affection for sale.
i felt like i had my skin on backwards.

since we left for japan,
however,
things have shifted
between us.
like the sidewalk tiles
that pop up as you walk,
the city of angels
and i
have
tilted,
made space for each other.

a week ago
i flew all night
to become re-acquainted.
a nap before brunch at the sheraton.
a jazz trio plays michael jackson’s human nature
and eric clapton’s change the world.

juicy dreams
of mango sticky rice
come true
in a round room full of sun.

outside our hotel
two figures in blue
keep watch from the entrance
of a spirit house.
perhaps it is their wedding day.
some tiny neighbours
have decorated the verandah
with chrysanthemums.
yellow garlands of joy.

beside the house,
a feast awaits.
fresh offerings
of fruit, flowers and sweet things.
snacks for the gods.

music reaches us
before we enter the lobby.
{i think dancing should be mandatory.}

bangkok threw us a party
which lasted a week.
khob khun ka.

2 comments

  1. Thanks, Jessie. It’s been a great week during which I’ve had gloriously long sleeps, written tons, gone to the movies and eaten our favourite Thai treats: pad thai, stir-fried morning glory, green papaya salad and mango sticky rice. Yum!

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