Inspired by Kuala Lumpur, my home for the last few days. Tomorrow I embark on the final leg of my journey - Singapore, my mother's childhood home. Missing belephant and smelly belly.
the sky cried on the streets today.
smoke and steam.
muddy puddles.
motorbikes.
pay-by-the-hour hotels.
smell,
spike,
crack,
eat,
lick.
heaven stinks.
literally.
men stare.
sweat like diamonds
on brow, back and breasts.
i'm pretty sure you-know-whos aren't Sharia.
and then
drip
drip
drip
splash.
run.
1 comment:
Loving the way you convey the street food in Malaysia, and the hardworking men.
"Monsoon Dreaming": why the title?
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