November 2011
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Only after 10pm
Would it be okay for me to say I miss you?
I miss your concentration face your hair and your bad taste in music.
I drew a heart with our names in it. But I coloured outside the lines.
I lost my pencil and used pen instead. But white-out makes things ugly and it’s not the same when you try to write over it.
Also I hear your voice in my head sometimes
and accidentally almost call you to...
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My Hollywood Dream/Monsoon Misery
This is a rewrite of my previous short story, My Hollywood Dream
When I come to LA, it will be summer.
It’s sticky and wet here in Bangkok.
It will be late morning and the sun will be shining. My hair will be long and my smile bright. From the moment I land, my stomach will begin to churn with an elated nervousness. In the immigration queue, I will preen my hair and bite my lips, anxiously...