FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

WHAT I DID TODAY

I went to our old house.
Papa built it for us all five.

The old santol tree is
teeming with fruits.

All Bangkok, sweet,
huge and pulpy.

When i was a young boy
then
I watered it. It was not
a tree yet.

All my other siblings
went their own ways.

I am left going back
to my past. And trying

to convince myself that
now, I am reaping what

i watered. The old house
is falling. Papa and Mama

are all dead. And i am
their childless son.

I am eating too much
santol. Look what envy

and that feeling of being
wasted can do to trees.

I just did it to myself.
But don't worry.

I have this feeling.
everyday. And i love it

somehow. Angst and
Anger sounding like

brothers bonding
like long lost friends.