Pai, Thailand

heart blurred. shoes worn.

I am hanging over the edge of the world, breathing rice paddies and fields of garlic.

the wind tumbles through my pages and I find the ocean in the eyes of an fisherman. 

he is smooth as a river rock;

I lie naked within his heart. 

we share cigarettes until the plastic burns away.

until our skin peels and lands upon our feet. 

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