bus stop dust stop

bus stop

we hit town

one dusty afternoon.

after some bad food

and good music

the next day left me

sick and confused

drifting in and out of sleep

under a mosquito net

in an upstairs loft

of a traditional Thai household

with just enough heat

to feel uncomfortable

and just enough medicine

to get me through.

cats wandered by

my friends looked concerned

but all i needed was time.

the day after that

I hopped on a bus

turned up the music

and headed south.