"I feel unreal, she said. "I'm a shadow, I'm made of glass." "There was this king", he replied, "Who was convinced he was made of glass. Can you imagine that, can you imagine thinking that you could shatter all the time?" "Yes." She said. "Yes."
The best kind, where you can take photos and look forward to later eating. The market was next to a line of seafood restaurants and along Manila Bay. Select what you like, how many kilos of this and that, have them cook it for you and then chow down. I love markets, the glistening rows … Continue reading Market Trips
in another city, after Valentine’s Day, i lurch around like i am missing an arm, keep my hands clenched as fists because i miss the feel of your hands. i slam my palm into my breastbone, i’m trying to self resuscitate i walk further and further into the streets, stand by the long dead river … Continue reading 3/365
The shadows in the garden make monster shapes so he growls in his throat moon waning into nothing. “I’m up to no good,” the girl says, but her mouth bends into a smile a flicker in the dark, the white edge of sharp teeth in shadow, it resembles challenge. Everybody lights up the joint and they … Continue reading 1/365 – New Year
September gives you that that odd feeling that you’re not enough for other people there are chunks of you missing in places. the small muscle of your forearm, the retina in your eye, the veins leading to your heart. are these the things they ask of you? you keep having nightmares where your teeth turn into … Continue reading September (a few months too late)
The fake sound of progress. The old GSIS building in Makati. The fans still spin, the windows are shattered. This building houses a nice restaurant, a date night type of place where you dress up. But this Sunday everything was closed. We walked under the cloudy sky. I wish we could say we had coffee … Continue reading Makati Sunday
Bars There are so many of them. In your hometown, you only ever went to six and that was when you were flush. You rotated them depending on your mood, the day of the week, how much gasoline you had or what kind of cheeseburger you were craving. Manila bars are flavored with the different cities and … Continue reading Manila, Cataloged (Part One)
Yesterday KH and I were talking by a doorway. No, actually, we were in the actual doorway, chatting about whatever like no one was going to pass through. We were in a hospital. Like true blue Filipinos, standing in doorways like no one ever has to pass through. I was so ashamed. This is a … Continue reading Doorways and Inanities
He meant that he was pointless. Or I was. I told him I missed trees. But not so much. I missed the horses and being able to go out and feel grass under my feet even in the middle of the day. I was lying. I usually spent days asleep and only saw grass when we drank in public parks.