Farang (Getting across Bangkok)   I look like no one else around here. Children on the bus dare each other to pull a hair from my arm, feel free to pilfer   what they can from my pockets. Tuk-tuk drivers, reckless, showing off, pretend to kill pedestrians and promise me their wives,   their Pat Pong girls. They swerve through traffic, cool in their mirror shades, fearless and alive, at home. I stare until my eyes are full.     © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont October 2019