Border Town Blues

Dear Mae Sai you’ve been a hard pill to swallow. Downward gazes and inside jokes, farng, farang. Little pointing fingers followed by a wave of giggles as my floor-length dress with the slit down the side blows wild in the breeze, trying to contain my runaway drapery, maintain modesty in a border town where summer dresses don’t fly, you’re not in the islands anymore dear … Continue reading Border Town Blues