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Dear Poet,
Almeria
i have grown to love
writing fragments-
the feeling
of being naked
with words and
unrestricted
utterance
my solitude
purring-
wanting to be heard
in the loudest
of my silence
I know no
chief ruler
as I am my own
Master,
my servant
but i favor
the fancy feeling
of flaunting
my muted
words
when I
scratch
my own
fragments
onto mid air
Bars
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staring at the blank page
Almeria
creating contours
of words,
imagining images
grasping, getting
a touch of a thought
blue merges
with the light above me
creating a color
and a faded fermata
breaking bones
crunchy carcass
of dead syllables
now, knock
slide beneath the boundary
of leaping letters
lead me
possess me in your name
gather my meandering madness
at the center of the page
as you encircle,
(caging
me in a poem)
Workshop
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I sit at the center,
the red metal stool
Almeria
carries my weight.
the girl in blue stares
me down with tiger eyes.
he hurls my paper
up in the air,
Our eyes witness
as my words
fall
like loosened
leaves of a tree
Rumba
Every night I do the rumba
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my hands
crawling,
Almeria
feeling, caressing the flesh-
gratifying experience
to my
embittered
soul
I scratch my hands
unto my naked flesh
inch by inch by inch
gradually
I thrust,
I drag myself-
a heavy walking step
I swing my hips
smoothly
and subtly
Quick, quick
slow
quick, quick
slow
Death Fantasies
just last night i went to a coffin maker
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to ask for a casket reservation,
he asked me the size i would prefer
Almeria
i chose to have some adjustments,
pin cushion,
empty bottle of perfume,
a wilted white rose,
and an open-face
pocket watch
still
keeping
time
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Almeria
Cold Wind
Cold wind hits the shore
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Waves recoil in their sadness
Ocean’s solitude
Almeria
Undertow
He was sitting on a white chair
in a deserted cottage on midday
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as I stood behind him
Almeria
and we witnessed the leaves
of an old mango tree
falling outside-
the cold wind gently brushed our bodies
he told me
I was the most beautiful coquette,
then pulled my hands to his chest,
my fingers were trembling
as though they were wilted stems
i tried to undo his grip-
but he was strong,
his arms wrapped around me vise-like
and his kisses-
engulfing, devouring
I gathered myself
in a cold embrace
my tears,
a crumpled 500 peso bill,
and a crimson dot on the floor
Anniversary
Last night, i prepared the room for the two of us,
fresh red roses arranged on the side table-
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beside the bed,
Almeria
scented candles warmed the room,
sweet music serenaded the night
and “Romantic Desires” perfumed the air
Amakan
gibunalan niya si mama ug amakan
na among ginatahi
ug ginalukdo kung udto
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sa ilalom sa kasulaw sa adlaw
Almeria
sa mga higayon nga nagatahi mi ug amakan
Nagpadayon mi ug baktas
maski gikapoy na among mga likod,
nipadayon mi ug singgit
Muuli si tatay
nga wala na ang mga amakan,
iyahang anak,
ug iyahang asawa
Amakan
he beats Nanay with an amakan
that we weave
and peddle around until noon
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under the blinding sun
Almeria
while we weave the amakan
we walk
until our backs hurt
we call out to every house
until we are hoarse
we do not mind
where we are,
just that we are far away
Tunô
Gikablot ang gipikas nga lubi
Ibabaw sa lababo-
Ang unod puti, gahi
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Gikulob ang lubi,
Nilingkod , nibilangkad
Almeria
Gipatung-an ang ulo sa kaguran
gikutaw kutaw
ang sabaw sa gata
Coconut Milk
she grips the coconut in half
over the sink –
the white meat, hard
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she turns it over
and sits legs apart,
Almeria
on the crest of the coconut grater
scraping slowly,
with her tired hands,
the firm meat
scrape
scrape
scraping more
until the sweat trickles
down her breasts
damping her dress
Distant Love
For P
it is
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the space
Almeria
between
the
middle finger
and
the
ring finger
and the
v x
e e
rt
At Night
Alone
Inside my room-
I curl
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writing my wounds
writing my verses
Almeria
to my audience
whom I
haven’t
met
I keep my verses
With me-
Until I run out
Of ink
Until the images
In my dream
vanish
like mist
still, i write
until
the light
of the moon
keeps
illuminating
half of the darkness
Morning Rituals
I always wanted my classmates
to be the first to notice me
and greet me with their innocent smiles,
I would have wanted them to tag me
in our game called labolabo--
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but mornings were not what I expected.
Almeria
Every day he would wait for me like a servant.
When I rode a jeepney
he would sit beside me,
his cold fingers creeping on my back.
we sat together,
his hands
exploring and stroking
my hips;
I wanted to run
like a rookie—
stealing home
Kite