House Of Thai

Johannes watches Sierra smoking on the balcony, silhouetted against the darkened angry magnesium skyline. Trying to coax her inside.

C'mon he tells her the food's hot now and smells delicious.
He's placed her box of takeout on the bed like a peace offering.

I'm not hungry but in reality she's famished. In a moment, she enters.
Inside or outside, the humidity's just as bad. Sticky wet hot.
She picks up the chopsticks, starts eating saturninely.

Storm comin' tonight Johannes predicts, watching Sierra eat.
Storm been comin' for awhile not looking up.

We'll weather the storm like we always do.