Poetry from Thailand

Original poetry written in and about rural Thailand.

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Location: Chong Khae, Nakhonsawan, Thailand

Friday, January 27, 2017


If there is a God
I don’t know what to make of it,
for as I get old and decrepit
I see my body as more mechanical
than biological – and I’m falling apart.
Like a toy doll I can remove
my plastic arms and legs by
unsnapping them from my torso.
Like Mr. Potato Head I can put
an ear where my nose should be.
The things that keep me alive –
that keep us all alive - are so small
they are never seen and no one has
ever made a toy called Mr. Corpuscle
that every kid puts atop his or her
must-have Christmas list, because
what would this toy actually do? 
Gurggle-gurgle, plop-plop, fizz-fizz.
It might make a suitable toy for
Alt Parents, but not for me.
If there is a God
I don’t know what to make of it.

FG       1/28/2017

Toys are educational.  Not only do they shape our sexual identity and, by extension, how we view this world, but they also limit in a way our sense of the spiritual realm, too.