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Admit one
I have never been to a general hospital
alone before: sitting on one of the plastic benches
shoulder to shoulder with faces stuck on the Now
Serving sign above all four counters I can see
it is I am a no big deal I am. Just another...
Love undead
I wish you’d let me write my poetry.
My words, stuck between pen and paper
Never allowing your sight through
My lines, your ears on my untelling
Story. Precisely because you see,
Hear, and feel me that I cannot
Call upon you. So leave me
With words to speak, transcending
Walls,...
Makiling Dusk
Wind from the lake below
Has brought the fine rain
That wet the stair railings
Between classrooms on Makiling.
As I step out after class,
The cold droplets cling to my palms
And I check the gray sky,
The west tinted with fading orange.
It seems to have held back
The drenching:...
I Keep a Lover
I keep a lover and
He means so much to me.
When I think of him
I feel light-headed
And giddy from within.
We test each other’s
Patience then make love
Like there’s no tomorrow.
He is in myself,
My triumph and tempest,
He makes me seethe
With rage and passion
Till we both are...
Adieu, Jorellie
And this shall be my last goodbye.
Do not leave your door— even your windows,
The leaks in your ceiling open for my voice
Seal your heart for if I come to return to your hands
The pieces of my heart wrapped in your shirt
I shall think...
From Pedro to Juan
That night, that second,
when you were dying a thousand deaths
in my arms, I pulled my left hand from your waist
and lifted the bottle of San Miguel Beer on the table
and poured its remaining content all over me.
Then I, à la gremlin, multiplied into...
