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.
