I find myself in a town outside Dar es salaam,
In a motel. Naked,
Smoking a cigarette with a half empty bottle of gin.
I remember exactly what happened here last night:
Maybe a bit of porn and masturbation.
But apart from that,
I’ve been trying to figure the math behind rain,
And why it falls so hard in these parts.
I haven’t figured it out yet.
The one with the gap tooth,
Appeared in that ten minute sleep I fainted in.
He tried to warn me that my driver would come and own my body.
I was in the shower when this happened.
I know I hadn’t been drinking. At least not yet.
But it happened. I shrugged it off hours later in my second shower of the day.