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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