It's exhausting, memorizing the different names of countries
Funneling the letters into forms made by borders and county lines
,,, my father spends 4 nights at a beach a train away from Bangkok.
A boy dives, disappears into a world of unnamed color, plants that shatter I am nowhere
near sanity.  I am making up stories to cover up where I really am.
On my couch, eating peanuts and picking the lint off of my cordouroy pants
because there's nothing left to do. In this neighborhood, you get mugged if you
don't ask the right questions or balance the platter with the efficiency of a
sturdy nightstand.  I want to go places
like Ohio & find the answer in corn. Thailand
exotic and embroidered--nothing likeOhio which is default for mundane-anywhere, nothing like you
dressed up in a blond wig, holding a spoon that you threaten you'll shove down your throat.
All of this is untrue. All of it is the first thing you hear on an airplane.
After being welcomed with kitty cat cup cakes.
Ungodly pink like an underwater plant. After a sweet hello, stupid goodbyes, before Thailand after
the rain falls.  Before
thunderstorms: your domain. Before cryptograms: ours. Before grilling and your next departure
One word. Deplane. Before arriving. Pretend you can breathe even if
you have a butternut squash shoved down your wind pipe.
This is the location of new growth, and seeds are sprouting
planting basil, a new season, so much to be harvested
from this earth, this bitter seed.