Wayan The God

Twenty 20

He is standing wearing a red shirt
stitched with porter
I have a double board bag that weighs more than Zeus’s left leg
I never use porters
porters are for rich assholes
I pay my driver
give him a handsome enough tip he probably thinks I’m a rich bitch
he has a kid on the way
he’s working hard
and he’s worked hard
to get me where I need to go this month
the porter
stands there
how much is it?
I ask
however much you want boss
and that cheeky smile
I’ve heard that line
I don’t know how much it costs
roughly 5 bucks
he loads my things
I hug Yoko
what’s your name
and then he whisks me through the airport
as if we are dancing
and he is so light that he has no feet
and I have no feet
we breeze through the airport
like fucking weightless chipmunks
or ballerinas
or tinker bells
to China airlines
see a lineup 40 people deep
did you check in online
no worries
come with me
and he whisks me through it all
drops my things at the counter
no one blinks an eye
I pay my right leg for two surfboards
looking bewildered at the man beside me
who so charmingly won the system
won me
before I know it my oversize is checked
and he is leading me to the security gates
I stop at an ATM
grab a fistful of money
equivalent to a 1/3 of a months salary
and put it in his palms
I am convinced he is God
choose that line
it will move the quickest
it does
bye janne
he shouts
come back to Bali
remember my name
smiling he disappears
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