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Ninth-Year Anniversary

My bae NikonWhy do we not hang out as much?Do you miss my touch,Like I miss your clicksAnd beautiful pics? We used to play with kidsAnd go on long hikesRemember that time we bikedFrom BKK to Chiang Mai? Inseparable for nearly five yearsOh, how we traveled!Cambodia! 🇰🇭Laos! 🇱🇦Vietnam! 🇻🇳Malaysia! 🇲🇾 Riding the MekongClimbing Doi InthanonAnd… Continue reading Ninth-Year Anniversary

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Empty-nesting

SILENCE!Insatiable appetiteOnly get bite-size piecesSometimes morningsNever night Can’t wait to developThe “syndrome”For empty homeI prayThere is no cure Remedying by showeringBy singingBy peeingDoors openEvery. Freaking. Chance. I. Get. This illusionOf confusion post scrammingDoesn’t make a lickOf senseTo me Birds kick them outPractically SHOUTGo away!Spread your wingsAnd freaking fly already. Smh. I don’t get momsWho hang… Continue reading Empty-nesting

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Poems X 3

Aroi mak mak mak First meal with chopsticksPicks a noodle dish.Fish? No. Just chicken,Pickin’ from menu Spicy, creamy stockChock full o’ noodles,Oodles of lemon,Swimmin’ in milky … What’s that? Coconut.Subtle. And aroi!Khao soi, savoryFlavor queen of north ——- The canal below Damn dam roars nightly,Timely, still shocking,Talking over itLiterally hard View is so stunningSunny, cool… Continue reading Poems X 3

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The differently-abled & Say that again (2-poem prompt)

The differently-abled My mother always said,“It takes all kinds to make the world go ‘round.” Usually, she said it sarcastically,But sometimes,She meant it seriously, Like when we boxed Christmas cookiesFor volunteer firemen,And city crews,And garbage men. “It takes all kinds to make the world go ‘round,” she’d say. Otherwise, I might never have consideredHow sewers… Continue reading The differently-abled & Say that again (2-poem prompt)

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Last time I lied

Taking the standI raised my handAnd swore to tell the truth But deep insideI knew I’d tryTo protect my good friend’s youth The attorney pliedAs I criedAnd memories came rushing in What he couldn’t seeInside of meWas why he’d truly never win Yes, I knew I wroteTwo years agoWhy she’d pulled the wheel But it… Continue reading Last time I lied