Loy Krathong 2001 I spent the festival of light with the worst girlfriend of Pattaya.
Three months earlier Mam and I met at a bar. I only had another week in Thailand. My next stop was Kathmandu.
In bed Maam said sadly, “Why you go mountains, when you can climb me?”
There were a thousands of reasons, but I answered, “I not go to Himalayas. I stay with you. It was a big mistake, but wew had a few good months.
For Loi Krathong she dressed in Thai finery.
Maam resembled a handmaiden to the goddess of water.
Even on a street where women serviced ‘farangs’ like me.
We drank at her go-go bar
Maam danced on the steel pole.
A Sạkh khiw bạs̄ or succubus on the prowl for sinners.
Mark knew her too.
I joked that she was danger.
It was more of a warning than a joke, but she was good to her kids and in the morning she was a goddess to a man with a hangover.
I should have know better, because we both had more than a little fiend in us than friend.
