Sunday, April 11, 2010

Ode to Shredding Straw



Language barrier
Shows me large bundles of straw
Directs me to sit

Hands me machete
Lines up small bundle of straw
Wack, wackedy, wack

Inch long pieces fly
Thai man looks upon my work
He is satisfied

Itchy, scratchy skin
Blister formed on my right hand
Crap, tendonitis

Hours later that day
I am still wacking like mad
I am done at last

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