Outside Nana Plaza

Outside Nana Plaza.



The light turns red.


The girl rubs his arm and shoulder.

He takes a drink

What’s left of his hair sticky with sweat.

And she rubs his arm and shoulder.

He turns and says something

And she smiles

Still rubbing.

Her hands move back and forth

But she can’t rub him out-

He bought her beauty like his beer.

She laughs and rubs

And her hands are knotting my stomach.

The Thai taxi driver doesn’t notice

Such a common sight-

A girl in a bar

Smiling, rubbing.


The light turns green.

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