Thailand Poem, #5: A 3CK Abides

“Whenever possible,” said Chase,

“zoom with your feet.”

It was tempting to only go as close

as the airport lounge could get you,

drinking wine coolers like a Spy.

But you can’t abide there

in Abu Dhabi or Seoul,

You have to go through customs,

To speak the language,

“Sawasdee krub,”

to dwell, like the Word,

among them in the flesh,

Because after all, you can’t live

duty-free.

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