feeling the body with this much sweat
like sitting in a hot pool, perfectly still you cannot feel the water
not dry not wet
a liquid body made up of liquid and heat
on the bus from Puket to trang I looked at my hands for a long time
imagining how lifeless hands look
like a strangers once the soul leaves
it seems your soul fills out the shape you are
your hand acts like you.
Outside this internet cafe the waterfall drips over the stone carving of a naked goddess.
my body moves thorugh this city like a white lady, my hips sway too much, my hair grows too long, my skin is very white.
My pink dress is soaked through, lizards are crawling franticly all over the ceiling, iced coffee is turning my heart into a crazy bird in a small cage.
It is Sunday and a lesbain was spotted in the shoe store.
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