when you got off the plane you felt so far away
and you thought that you'd never go home
because home was to you such a concept abstract
and humidity suited your bones

Jakarta was tender with the smoke and the vendors
and every man screamed at you looking so white
and you thought to exalt till you felt claustrophobic:
a maiden, a tower, at night

your flesh wished to ache just for agony's sake
still you drank all the trees just the same
and you marvelled that you'd never felt rain so warm
that it made you feel something again