The Beauty of Bangkok
The Beauty of Bangkok
Though I had been resting gently
in the palm of the hills
at the most northern edge
of this country of smells
the city drew me like a magnet
like a magpie to a shiny object
I ate heaping plates of spicy
noodles at streetside stalls
asked women to pummel my body
allowed for sweetness to enter
via mango and sticky rice
and allowed the subterfuge of
those who would take advantage
to wash off of me easily
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