PAGO BAY

some kind of wonderful.

i want to tell you about a place i know.

there are lilacs in the water and the skies are hung orange. the air.. well the air is different, distant, yet reminds me all too much of home.

i'm held under the mercy of a palm tree, the green of which i've only heard of in the fairytales my mother used to tell me, as i strip a mango stone bare with my tongue.