Poetry from Thailand

Original poetry written in and about rural Thailand.

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Location: Chong Khae, Nakhonsawan, Thailand

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

I Don’t Know Why

I remember typewriter ribbons. I even
remember when they went to half black
and half red, but I’m not sure why.
I remember erasers came for some reason
in a wheel with stiff green bristle brushes
at the other end, but why a wheel?
I don’t know why.
I remember when stubby Buds in a
six-pack carry case went from a dollar
to a dollar and a quarter. I even remember
Narragansett sold GIQs, and I remember
when my father had a little rubber thumb-
like plug he’d put in the bottle’s neck
to keep the beer fresh.  But why he didn’t
just drink it, I don’t know why.

I remember how the seasons changed in
Goffstown, as they almost never do here
or most other places I’ve lived since.
The thermometer falls below seventy
degrees and the Thais bundle up
as if it’s the end of the world.  I want to
stop them and say, this is cool not cold.
I want to, but I feel the change, too.  I
want to but don’t, and I don’t know why.

FG October 30, 2013

GIQ = Giant Imperial Quant (a Canadian quart)