Academic journal article TriQuarterly

Comings and Goings (Bangkok)

Academic journal article TriQuarterly

Comings and Goings (Bangkok)

Article excerpt

Once, in a house I will inherit in a land I can't explain, I heard the shout

of meat bones offered up from the market where it all goes wholesale. Actually, the morning's

heat rose from the newly paved road - thin folds debuting into the visible -

and much later, children were called in, one by one, away from, because of,

the street. All day, from somewhere beyond the billboard of a woman amply

luring tourists to new tastes came the sound of temple monks praying for their one wish -

born wanting to be born again. I'd been told their voices' tidal heave and dwindle

would pay the debt, in part, to whatever local god they used to conjure creation,

giving it their good deeds, right notes, in- and exhalings, short spans of the body.

Meanwhile, this week in this world, a mound of sludge and leaf rot caught behind the house is,

over a week's time, veiled and parceled out among the red ants. And still

the black flies keep entering and exiting the air above the table's day-old

bowl of plums. I'd like to know how it's good, or enough, for anyone - this small rush into

the sickly sweet, these. brief becomings, part of the increase we call material . . .

Since there's also the ten-year-old girl I recognize and hardly know, the one who's hired to sweep and clean,

to rid us of the dirt tracked in, and bundled out, finding the floor's small shames. …

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